Well this was the big morning – T headed out the door and off to Transitional Kindergarten! As I only have – literally – two hours by the time I drop him off, get home, then have to head back out the door for pick-up, this is going to be a short-ish and mostly pictorial post.
Yesterday we started our T-K adjustment with orientation. Let me just say, to all school districts, if there’s any way to budget for A/C, please try. Shoving 100+ folks into a school library for an even brief meeting in the height of summer (and humidity) isn’t the best way to get introduced to our new school. But all the same, I am glad we had the 15-20 minutes to meet-and-greet with some key administrators and PTA folks; it always helps to get some faces in the memory before the big days ahead.
After 20 minutes or so, we were dismissed from formal orientation, and from there we headed on down to our child’s new classroom. T explored a little inside, including picking up a small welcoming gift from his teacher (VERY sweet!), but what T wanted most was to head outdoors and check out the playground (good because, well, it was HOT inside!). In whole, we stuck around about an hour yesterday, just long enough to get acquainted with his new teacher and with lay of the land, and so we knew exactly where to go and who to meet up with this morning.
And with that, I bring you to this morning…
I am going to admit, I botched a few things, the main one being that we were given this name tag to put on our child this morning at the orientation yesterday; I’m going to tell you that I have NO IDEA what happened to it, but it didn’t matter in the end, thank goodness. I forgot that T had told the teacher he didn’t want to be called by his formal first name anyway, and she was at the ready with blank tags and pens to fix the situation not just for T but other parents who failed their first homework assignment (whew, guess that was my free pass!).
Next, after dropping T off, I wandered aimlessly in the halls of the school. I had this pile of paperwork and forms from the orientation yesterday that I was thinking I’d drop in the office, but decided nah I’ll drop it at pick-up if at all possible. Then I was just, well, wandering. I wanted to go back to see what the kids were doing and what the teacher was doing with them, but I didn’t. I then wandered slowly out the double-doors away from the Kinder classes looking back as if I was going to see the kids at the gate or something, but I already knew that they were safe (and dry) inside their new classrooms. The morning bell had rung several minutes before, and yet there I was, along with many other parents, just, well, lingering, almost as if we were lost like we had no clue what to do or where to go from there. Maybe it was a metaphor for how our own kids were feeling, but then again I don’t know if it was that either. T was so sure of the fact that he belonged, so certain in fact that he didn’t even come to hug or kiss me goodbye but just waved from his seat there on the rug of Room 2 (another fail on my part – not getting that hug or kiss before sending him INSIDE, but how was I supposed to know?!).
This morning truly was bittersweet; I almost cried, but didn’t (but I did get a little teary). I was uncertain of my own feelings, but also focused on the fact that T was going to rock this first day of big-boy school. I have a baby boy who’s now this real, live, big boy going to public school.
So how did I spend the first free hours to myself this morning? Well, writing this blog post for one, and second, stopping at Stater Bros. for a pork shoulder and 36-count suitcase of beer. With NFL and school season both kicking off today, I think this is entirely appropriate.
And now that I’ve finally finished this blog post, sounds like the rain’s come back just in time for me to wind things up here at home and head back into the car to go get T. Well, that was fast!
Happy first day of school, RMT’ers (and if it’s raining where you are, drive and walk safely, and stay dry)!