the first day
Two weeks later, yes, but I don't want to forget to post these. My Kindergartener:A new-to-me aspect of my boy's personality has emerged with his starting school. The school teacher in me went over the student handbook with him the week before school, and he ate up every detail. Down to the "shirts are to be normal fitting, size appropriate, and worn inside pants if length extends below buttock." Every morning he oh-so-consciously checks out the back of his shirt in relation to his "buttock" and then turns to tuck & grab the belt. Just in case. He's a stickler for rules so far. And I find his daily tucked-in self to be the cutest boy in the 11:15 pick-up line.
But, back to that first day...Little brother insisted on a front yard picture, too. He's both too big and too small. A troublesome mixture.
Perhaps we made too much of a production, but both Jim & I took Aidan on his first day. I didn't want to miss it. And I knew Jim would be the best remedy for our twin nerves. The jitters were obvious in A's demeanor, but when the time to line up arrived, he swallowed the nerves and turned stoic. Even Grandma Scott would have been proud (okay, that's just me talking...she would have expected no less, of course).
The boy came home that day with an insane amount of nervous energy...to such a degree that I wasn't sure if I could face more school days. But every day since has been a pleasant surprise. He loves P.E. Loves music. Loves homework. And I secretly hope he'll always love school every bit as much as I did.
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I love reading your writing.
I don't know how the poor kids to recess in long pants, though! They are brave, for sure.