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Whew – Made it Through My First Day of School


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 🙂

August Reports Put on Hold


I was hoping to have August’s income and expense reports ready by today – but I apologize. It’s just not going to happen for I can’t concentrate on it.

I have spent most of the weekend cleaning and organizing. To those who know me well, when I get deep into a project like that, it means that something is on my mind.

Tomorrow is my son’s first day of kindergarten and I am nervous beyond belief. He has went to preschool for the last two years, but the “big school” is a different story. At the preschool, there were two teachers and one assistant (plus any parent volunteers) per class of around 15 children. In kindergarten, there will be one teacher for even more children.

I’ve been busy trying to make sure my son knows what bus he rides to school and what bus he rides home. I’m also still working with him on his teacher’s name (unfortunately, it’s difficult to pronounce). He knows his phone number, which is great. But his address is still a little tough for him.

One reason I am really nervous is because my son is behind in his speech. My husband and I can make out most of what he says, but others have difficulty understanding him. I worry that if he gets lost in the school he may have a hard time getting back where he needs to go. He’s also very shy (inherited from his mother) and is very quiet.

Another reason is that my son told me today that he was scared. I can’t blame the little guy. He was scared his first day of preschool too, but mom rode the bus with him and within a few minutes of arriving at the school he wanted me to leave. I have decided that mom will get on her bike (for the first time in about two years – yikes!) and ride to the school to be there when he gets off the bus.

I can’t stay the whole day, but I’m sure my son is just looking for a little reassurance and once he gets in his classroom he will tell me to go home (he’s never had a problem with separation anxiety). Maybe I am being overly worried and I should just stick him on the bus and let him do everything on his own. But I just can’t.

I think I need reassurance too that they will take good care of him.

I’m sure my son and I will make it through tomorrow. I just have those butterflies in my stomach just like when it was my first days of school. I am wondering now if I will be able to sleep tonight LOL.