Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Pre-K - Gavin's First Day of School
Today is Gavin’s first official day of Pre-K. I may have choked back a few tears as I hugged him goodbye this morning. I know he had a good day. I tried all day not to think about him. I actually know that he will LOVE school and will love being with just a couple of his old friends and make a few new friends too. He’ll thrive in school. He’s that kind of person. But me? Well, this momma wasn’t quite prepared mentally. Sure, I had thought about it. I had actually thought a LOT about it. I had planned and prepped and planned some more. I had weighed the pros and cons of the different schools, schedule options, and after-school care options, and mulled it all over and talked through it with my mom, my sisters and my friends. I had thought and thought and thought about this day. I had read the school handbook cover to cover, read and re-read the emails from the school principal. I had thought so much about it that I was focusing on the details. I researched nap mats to make sure I was sending the best option with him to school. I didn’t want him resting on phthalate-leaching vinyl every day. So I read and read and read some more about the different options of nap mats. Maybe I was focusing on the details just to avoid thinking about the big picture. Yes, this is just Pre-K… and he was in Preschool last year. But, but, but… that was different. That was 2 ½ hours per day and I walked him into and out of the classroom. All of the other Moms turned out to become friends and we were all looking out for each other’s children. It was like a daily play date and we LOVED his teacher so much I would have invited her to come live with us if she wasn’t so attached to her own family and home. I’m kidding… sort of. Not really. We really loved her a lot.
This year, it feels different. Is it because he’s wearing a uniform to school? Is it because he has a lunch account and can “buy” hot lunch or milk or snacks on his own? Is it because I drop him off outside, in the parking lot instead of walking him into his classroom? Is it because he is in school all day and then also making the transition to after-school care on his own, without me holding his hand? Is it because we don’t yet really know his teacher the way we got to know his Preschool teacher? Or is it because this is the first of many years of all-day school and there is no going back… there are no more two-hour school days. After this year, it will be five days a week, all day. No more choosing how we’ll spend our days - he'll be at school and Cliff and I will be at work and Addison will be at daycare. Before I know it, it’s going to be high school graduation. (tears)
We had orientation yesterday. It was good. It was a little overwhelming. But I was good. I felt ready. I felt satisfied and sure he’d be in good hands and he seemed confident and excited.