First Grade

Yep, it finally came. I have to say, I am usually a little sad sending my children to first grade. I'm not used to them being gone all day and I wonder about them all day.

Not this year.

Not with this first grader.

I love him to pieces. He is competent, confident and smart. He will do fine. He will excel. I love him. But I don't miss him. He is where he needs to be. And I need him there. Oh, that boy.

We did go meet him at lunch to make sure that he would be able to get a milk free lunch. He was doing great. He was thrilled to use the tongs and get his carrot sticks all by himself. He sat by his friends and was perfectly happy.

And then when he got home, he was so overstimulated that he couldn't even focus to say hello to me. He couldn't look at me. He couldn't talk or listen.

But boy could he play.

And play he did.

The deal was made even sweeter when his buddy showed up to play. And they were both still in their uniforms (all the siblings had changed), and their uniforms matched! How cool is that?

He ended up reading to us for half an hour last night, but that was all he could manage. He was supposed to do an about me poster, but it was not happening. I hope that after a week or so at school, he will be able to manage himself once he gets home. But as long as things are good at school, I will take it.