My son started junior kindergarten this week. Last week we met the teacher, but on Monday we dropped him off and left him for the morning with a couple other students. Next week, he starts his regular schedule.
Sure, it’s not full day (which, I am thankful for). He gets dropped off at 7:50 and picked up at 10:30. But it’s everyday which is a huge change for all of us.
When we took him on Monday, after weeks of talking about it, he didn’t even look back when I brought him into the classroom. I knelt down for the goodbye hug and kiss, which he obliging gave me, but this year there was no linger. Unlike preschool, that, while mostly positive, did have some sad days, he was ready.
He marched into the room and around the corner with the teacher to his cubby to hang his bag and coat. He didn’t even look bag to see me giving a lame wave.
I looked at the teacher and simply said ‘so, is that all from me then?’ and she said ‘yes’.
And my heart broke a little.
He had a great morning. Nothing but smiles when I picked him up. And hugs. This time, they were very welcomed.
He was ready.
But I am not.