I'm having a lil' separation anxiety. The Boy started first grade today.
This is the first time I've really had to let go of him since The Boy started day care at seven months old. Now, almost exactly five years later, he's entering elementary school early. (Most of the other kids are six-year-olds.)
He's gotten tons of attention for the past week or so as we got closer to the start of school: school supplies shopping, a visit from Po and Ya (two of his grandparents), congratulations from his kindergarten teacher and friends. So that's cushioned some of the transition. He's fine with it, a little concern yesterday once the reality started to sink in.
This morning we held hands and dove into the swirl of hundreds of kids as we made our way to his classroom. I gave him a hug, told him I loved him very much, and watched him go into class. Then I went home and blubbered a little.
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| Journal Page, May 2010 |
He's gotten tons of attention for the past week or so as we got closer to the start of school: school supplies shopping, a visit from Po and Ya (two of his grandparents), congratulations from his kindergarten teacher and friends. So that's cushioned some of the transition. He's fine with it, a little concern yesterday once the reality started to sink in.
This morning we held hands and dove into the swirl of hundreds of kids as we made our way to his classroom. I gave him a hug, told him I loved him very much, and watched him go into class. Then I went home and blubbered a little.