Tuesday, August 31, 2010
A Wobbly Start
Maybe I talked it up too much and he was expecting it to be a bit more glamorous and exciting, but when I picked him up from school the first day and asked him how his day was, tears formed in my eyes as he said, "It was boring. I don't ever want to go back there again."
I literally heard my heart crack a little bit.
His teacher had stopped me in the hall when I picked him up and said he didn't have a good day. She said he complained a lot and didn't want to do what she asked. I reassured her this was not regular behavior, and we chatted back and forth the rest of the evening on e-mail once I had a chance to talk to him. She was sure we'd be able to get him to come around.
He'd been so excited the night before school started, he didn't sleep well. He was nervous that morning, and didn't want anything to eat. He didn't know anyone in his class. I guess I would have probably had a rough day too.
But we talked it through. He went to bed early that night and ate a good breakfast the next morning.
When I picked him up, I asked him if he had a good day and he said, "A really, really, really, good day!"
So, now we are five days in and he's still liking it. I've figured out the carpool line, what time to leave the house in the mornings, submitted all of the new school and kindergarten paperwork, remembered uniform day is on Thursday and school pictures were Friday - even figured out how to slip a little nutrition in his packed lunches every day.
I think I can do this. We can do this.