first time to school as a parent volunteer
I've been looking forward to today as a Parenting First. And was even more anxious when a grinning Aidan said this yesterday on the ride home from school: "I'm so excited you get to come to my class with me tomorrow." He and Savannah then spilled the beans about a boy who was not so excited when his mom came to class. In fact, "he put his head down and wouldn't even talk to her." I hadn't thought of that possibility, so A's evident disapproval of that friend's mother-angst made me happy. My boy isn't embarrassed of his mother.
But worry did wrinkle Aidan's brow when I walked downstairs this morning mid-hairstyling with a cascading topknot of not-yet-flat-ironed hair.
"Please don't be silly at school today, Mom."
"I'm not done fixing my hair yet, A."
"I know. But just don't be silly."
{with more than a hint of mother-angst}
Because Kindergarten is a serious affair.
To this guy.
I'm happy to report that I had no urges to silliness during class time. But I also must confess that beaming at my boy was a far more difficult urge to curb. When they filed back to the desks after recess, our eyes connected and I automatically blew him a kiss...because, well, that's what we do. His quick head turn, however, made me curse the unplanned gesture, worrying that I had forever doomed our public relationship. But as quickly as I doubted, his head turned back my way. And his love outpaced his angst...evidenced by mouth corners failing to suppress an erupting smile. A quick and secret smile. And his eyes sparkled momentarily with the same secret. We're connected. Even in this room brim-full of teacher, aid and 29 peers, I am his.
And he is Mine.
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