On my son’s the first day of school I did really well hardly
shedding a tear. I was more worried about him than me because I knew if he
started, I’d follow.
As mentioned earlier, his preschool days helped prepare him
for leaving me at kindergarten. The other thing that I’m sure helped was his
teacher. She was brand spanking new, right out of college. At first I dreaded
that because of her lack of experience. But once I met her I had no more
concerns.
In my opinion kindergarten is all about the teacher and how well she
handles the kids. There’s always going to be some kids who have a harder time
being separated from their parents, that’s just the way it goes. When you have
a teacher with a sweet nature, that goes a long way towards comforting the kids.
And sweet she was! I can’t say enough good things about her. She was super
sweet, patient and nice. No worries on
my end at all.
2nd day dropped him off, no tears, a nice
teacher.
So what did I do that day? Did I break down in a sobbing
bawling mess? I thought for sure I would but having an outing planned with my
other mom friends whose little ones also started kindergarten helped!
We decided to meet at one of those “paint your own pottery”
places. Some of my girlfriends I have to say are champion painters, others just
really enjoy it but are still good. Me? Not so much! I don’t think I even painted that day instead
choosing to chat. I did make the lunch run when it was time to eat.
Thank goodness for girlfriends! Being around them that day
really helped keep my eyes dry. They were all doing good too, especially those
who had been through it before with an older child.
We’ve moved on from painting but now it’s become a tradition
to meet for breakfast on the first day of school. We secretly celebrate having our freedom back
while still missing our kids.
