For the past few days Jaxon has been a little more independent than I'm used to. He has actually chosen to stay downstairs by himself while I'm upstairs working on a chore or some other task.
He didn't sleep well the night before his big day. He came into my room several times during the night asking to be tucked back in.
That morning he was very calm. Usually he would be asking tons of questions about what to expect. Always needing to know exactly how something unfamiliar will play out. Always needing lots of reassurances. But there was none of that. In fact, he seemed completely at ease until about 20 minutes before it was time to go and then he only asked if I was going to stay with him for a few minutes. I told him that his teacher didn't want parents to go into the classroom today but that I would wait on the playground with him until the teacher took him inside. He was fine with that.
I almost never cry over these first days of school. There's always a lump in my throat that makes my "Have a really great day!" sound just a little froggy, but they never seem to notice.
I'm proud to say that he didn't cry either. I (and anyone who knows Jaxon at all) was expecting tears and a death grip. I got neither. Huh.
I guess he was just suddenly...ready.
He followed his class into the building and I waited. Just a few minutes. I knew there was a chance he'd come flying back out the door looking for me and some reassurances.
But no. He didn't.
So I climbed into the truck and thought about calling Roger to tell him how it went. But the thought brought tears to my eyes so I decided to tell him later.
I spent my first kid free hour drowning my sorrows in some fried and frozen type medication.
To a clean, quiet house.
And did some chores without my little shadow constantly checking in on me.
It has been 20 years since I've been at home without a kid or five or six.
This is going to take some getting used to.
7 comments:
I'm so glad he took to it so easily! Did he say he had a good day?
He did say he had a good day. He reported that he cried three times. Not because I had left. Because he was frustrated about not being able to do certain things.
I helped in his classroom today and noticed that he was one of the kids who needed to be reminded of what he was supposed to be doing a lot. lol Hopefully he'll have more focus when the newness wears off.
I'm glad he had a good day!
He is such a cutie patootie!
Hurray for a great first day!
I'm already dreading Licy's first day next year. I can't believe how fast the time goes by. I'm glad he had a good day!!!
The beginning of the end. Boys are so different, and it's brutally painful when they grow up (but satisfying too). Good luck on your journey...You've got him around a little while longer. ;)
Love, Mel
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