The rest of us were still on vacation following our NY trip. I woke him up bright and early. He got dressed and ate breakfast. I drove him the whole three blocks to school, a real long ride. If it wasn't for the 5 lane road in the middle, we'd definitely walk.
I helped him walk to his room the first day. He had lots to carry. 25 boxes of crayons, 37 glue sticks, 56 yellow #2 pencils, 3 boxes of tissues, 10 containers of clorox wipes, you know the usual school supply list.
He put his stuff away and sat right down to begin coloring a picture. I was all good...until the teacher handed me a ziploc baggy with a tissue, a tea bag, and a little note. She's so sweet. She understands that we are entrusting our children with her all day.
I am reminded of how much trust we put in these teachers and other faculty each day. I've dropped him off a few more times. Nicholas gets out of the car with his stuff and walks into school. Each day I worry that he will get lost and wander the halls or end up in the wrong classroom. I worry that he will have problems opening his juice box or forget to eat his snacks. Or that he'll accidentally get placed on a school bus at the end of the day instead at the after school program in the gym. I have to trust that there are people looking out for him. And trust that he does know where he belongs. And that he will ask questions if he isn't sure. He is a smart kid and ready to face that big world of elementary school. When you see that little guy with a giant backpack and little chicken legs sticking out from his shorts. You realize he is still my baby. And those adorable 5th grade safety patrol kids who help at the carpool lane. They think they are so big, but really they're not. I know their parents have some of the same feelings about how quickly they grow up.
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Good luck to everyone as you enter this new phase.
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