Friday, August 29, 2008
1st day of school
Well, I imagine by now everyone's kids are back in school. How did everyone cope? I'm not gonna lie....I cried like a baby and my child is in 5th grade!! It got me thinking about when we were kids and the first day of school. Does anyone remember any first day of any year? I remember my first day of 5th grade......I thought Mr. Tollefson was so cool and how much fun it was going to be. He put a big damper on that by handing out dictionary pages to some of us. I'm pretty sure that year I copied A-M of the dictionary!!!!!!!
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Okay--I'll admit--I was pretty sad. Morgan started 3rd grade this year and was a little bit hesitant--they got moved up to the old middle school out here in Lockwood since there's a new middle school and so many kids. She is doing great though. I don't remember ever seeing my mom sad because I always rode the bus--my mom never took me to school on the first day. I am such a wimp that I have to take Morgan the first day and pick her up right when she gets out so I know how her day went.
So Bonnie--I feel for you--don't know why I didn't cry this year--it wasn't that I didn't feel like it!!
How did Staci do with the first day of kindergarten?
I get teary-eyed every year! I try to take the kids each year to the first day, but with a daycare it doesn't always happen. I was lucky this year to be able to take them. However, my 15 year old informed me that morning he was riding the bus! I guess its not cool for Mom to drop you off in high school. I'm a picture freak, so I always humiliate them by taking a million pictures.
I remember 2 of my first days of school. The 1st was my first day of 3rd grade because we had just moved from Malta to Lockwood and it was bigger and I didn't know anyone. The 2nd was my 1st day of 7th grade because we had just moved from Lockwood back to Malta. I felt out of place at first, but by the end of the day, I had met new friends and reconnected with old friends.
I was surpirsed I was so emotional the first day of kindergarten, but I was also surprised I was so emotional at the reunion. What the hell is happening to me? Is it part of the aging process? My son decided that he wanted to ride the bus to school, so Mark and I took our seperate vehicles and followed the bus to school. (I cried most of the way.) We took him to his classroom and instead of sitting by the two kids he knew from pre-school, he sits by some other kid and within 30 seconds they are talking about cars. Both Mark and I stood there amazed and a little crushed. On the way out, I was tearing up and Mark tried to make things better by saying "I guess we can always home school." (Hey it was an effort, right?) Hell no!
So the morning of the second day of kindergarten my son lets the "f" bomb fly and I almost fell over. On the third day there was a fight on the playground and he proceeded to tell me that he didn't like it and next time he is going to run hard and knock the boys down. The fifth day, he choked his sister. Suddenly, home school was looking better. (So much for numbers and letters.) I wasn't quite prepared to have to "parent" so soon. And I spent a couple recesses parked across the street watching. (yes, like a stalker) It sounded rationale in my head.
Today, things are good. We did cut the bus time in half, he just rides home. I am ok with that, the less influence from the high school the better. His sister is adjusting to not being tormented all day long. She goes to pre-school a couple mornings a week. At first I was lost and bored, but I am adjusting. I survived!
I was surpirsed I was so emotional the first day of kindergarten, but I was also surprised I was so emotional at the reunion. What the hell is happening to me? Is it part of the aging process? My son decided that he wanted to ride the bus to school, so Mark and I took our seperate vehicles and followed the bus to school. (I cried most of the way.) We took him to his classroom and instead of sitting by the two kids he knew from pre-school, he sits by some other kid and within 30 seconds they are talking about cars. Both Mark and I stood there amazed and a little crushed. On the way out, I was tearing up and Mark tried to make things better by saying "I guess we can always home school." (Hey it was an effort, right?) Hell no!
So the morning of the second day of kindergarten my son lets the "f" bomb fly and I almost fell over. On the third day there was a fight on the playground and he proceeded to tell me that he didn't like it and next time he is going to run hard and knock the boys down. The fifth day, he choked his sister. Suddenly, home school was looking better. (So much for numbers and letters.) I wasn't quite prepared to have to "parent" so soon. And I spent a couple recesses parked across the street watching. (yes, like a stalker) It sounded rationale in my head.
Today, things are good. We did cut the bus time in half, he just rides home. I am ok with that, the less influence from the high school the better. His sister is adjusting to not being tormented all day long. She goes to pre-school a couple mornings a week. At first I was lost and bored, but I am adjusting. I survived!
Staci--
Kids make you emotional--at least that's what I think--I didn't used to 'feel' as many emotions as I do now.
Brenda-
Thanks for clearing that up. I am thankful that there is a lot of laughing that comes with the children. If it was all crying, I would be insane by now.
I don't know why my comments are posting twice on this website? I am guessing it is because I don't have enough patience.
Staci
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