It's so cliche to say, "I can't believe my kid is old enough to be in kindergarten." Everyone says it, and well the reason is because it's true. I have found myself over the past few weeks wondering where the past 5.5 years went. They grow too fast.
Mason started kindergarten on August 20th. He was totally ready and really looking forward to it. Jake and I were pretty ready but a little part of us was sad too. I figured I would cry and Jake told me he would be fine as long as I didn't make a montage of pictures over the past 5 years... I agreed.
So we all got up and got ready to go that morning. We all trekked up to the school and made our way back to the playground where all the kids were lining up. There were millions of them I swear. Pretty soon we spotted Mason's teacher as they were marching in the building. He gave a few quick hugs and he jumped in line and he was off. No tears were shed by him, by daddy, OR by mommy!!! (Let me tell you though there were lots of crying mommas there!) It was bittersweet but overall we were so happy for him. We knew he was more than ready for kindergarten. He is always eager to learn and that made it so much easier on us knowing he would probably enjoy his time there.
That evening I picked him up from his after school program and he was very quiet. I asked him how it went, he said, "good." I asked if he liked it and he said, "yes." I asked what he had for lunch and he said, "a hamburger." I asked if he had recess and he said, "no." I then explained what recess was and he said, "oh yah we did." I asked him if he colored and he said, "yes." I asked lots of questions and got lots of one word answers. I then asked if anyone in his class cried and he said, "I did." Apparently he ended up in the wrong line leaving the lunch room and ended up in the gym. Luckily he found his way back and it wasn't too traumatizing because he was eager to go back on day #2. So basically what I have figured out is that he likes school and he's a typical male that doesn't feel the need to give his mother any of the details she so craves. He did spend more time telling Jake about his day, but when I asked Jake was he said, his response was, "I don't know he just told me about it." Wow... now I know where Mason gets it. ha ha.
Day 2 was somewhat exciting because Mason rode the bus for the first time. So far so good, he likes riding the bus, he likes his teacher and he's met a few new friends. I am still working on him for some details, but I won't hold my breath as I am sure they may never come.
Neighbor boys at the bus stop
And he's off...
1 comment:
Looks like you guys have a good crew of boys in the neighborhood! I hope that I won't cry when Sophie starts school in a week. She wants to take the bus the first day, so I at least need to hold the tears in until she is on the bus. Thanks for sharing Mason's first day, enjoyed reading it.
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