|We're on our way!|
I finally caught a glimpse of Henry as his class stood to leave. He was subdued but not upset. I felt a little better. It helped (me) that I was returning in 2.5 hours to pick him up. When I did, he was happy to see me but not in a panicked or homesick way. My feeling is that he took the experience in stride. I hope so. I have a tendency to over think things and project my emotions. I think starting school is scary. So many things can go wrong. (I'm sure this stems from attending five different elementary schools...) I'm trying very hard not to let "my stuff" become Henry's stuff. On the other hand, I want to make sure he's well prepared for all the transitions within his long school day. He will be on campus from 7:45 am until 4:15 pm. That's a lot to ask from a five year old. I know he will handle it, but I also still think of him as my sweet little boy who likes to hold my hand every chance he gets.
Laughter is the best medicine and mixed with my tears, I had a dose today. There was a small Lego set in Henry's booster seat for him to discover when I picked him up. When he saw it, he stopped mid-sentence and said, "What's this?" I told him it was a First Day of School Present. Without missing a beat, Henry asked, "Is there a Second Day of School Present?"
That's my boy. I love him so.