On Wednesday, it was my turn to be on the other side; a Mom sending her first born son off to school for the first day. Oh my, only those of you who have had to do this yet, will truly understand how it feels - almost too difficult to put into words. Now Drew has been in daycare and home daycare full time while I was still working for 2 years. He's been going to camp for the past 3 summers. He even went to a half day pre school last year for a few months while I was pregnant with the babies. So, it should've been easier. And Drew is very independent and excited about school and the bus, not scared at all. So that really helped. But I still couldn't help but feel like he's all grown up, he's going to be in real school now until he's 18 years old. It's so huge!! I'm proud of him, I'm excited for him, I know he's going to learn wonderful things, his teacher seems fabulous, and he'll make lots of friends, maybe even some that will last a lifetime.
I still had a lump in my throat, and butterflies in my stomach on Wednesday morning. Amazingly I didn't cry, and I cry at everything, but deep down I knew he'd be just fine. (Of course I cried later when I checked his backpack and found a poem about the book, The Kissing Hand, and had to make him a cut out of my hand for his cubby. If you've never read this book, check it out!)
He came home (after a ridiculously long bus ride - a story for another time . . .), so happy, telling stories of his day and the lump and butterflies subsided, a little. I guess they'll never really go away completely as he goes through each new phase of his life, huh?
We love you Drewie Caboodles!!!!
Here is Drew at his table on Orientation Day.
His teacher played the accordian (cool!) and they were singing Twinkle Twinkle Little StarA trial ride on the bus (he wanted to ride by himself!) The REAL First Day
(the bus came so early - 20 minutes early- we had to rush and I didn't get any other pictures! Wahhh!)