This morning started off on the wrong side of the bed. My husband and I were snoozing away when my son comes into our room, “Time to wake up!” I instantly sit up in bed and start freaking out because it’s very light out. I look at the clock – we have 10 minutes before the bus gets to our house!
We rushed and rushed, but we made it outside just in time. I was just about to take the traditional “first day of school” picture and the bus turned the corner. Unfortunately, the camera batteries were dead and without time to run in for more – the moment was lost.
My son just laughed. He doesn’t like getting his picture taken.
Out of habit from his preschool days, I got on the bus with my son and gave him a kiss goodbye. I felt pretty silly afterwards, but I claim the “first time mommy putting her son on the bus” excuse 🙂
Keeping to my word, I rode my bike to the school and anxiously waited for his bus…and waited…and waited. Then, I saw it drive right by the school doors because the kids were already let off. All of them filed into the school, but my son was no where to be found! My heart dropped into my stomach right there. I almost went into panic mode, but I kept my cool. I checked the cafeteria and I didn’t see him there. I went back to the hallway and he wasn’t there.
Why, oh why, did I let him pick out a blue shirt to wear today? I swear every little boy was wearing blue!
Still trying to remain calm, I checked the cafeteria again. Still no sign of him. By this time, all of the kids are heading to their class so that’s where I headed next. I felt so helpless. I could only hope he was already in his class, but he wasn’t there either. I went out into the hallway and finally…there he was. He was putting his backpack in his locker. I tapped him on the shoulder and started telling him how sorry I was because I didn’t see him come in and didn’t meet him like I promised.
He just told me, “Go away mom” in the embarassed tone frequently used by teenagers. So I stepped away.
After he closed his locker, he came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss. Then he said, “Have a good day back at home.”
Yes, the first day was tougher on mom than it was him. I am pretty darn proud of my little, er big guy 🙂