Having been a teacher for seventeen or so years before my son started his formal schooling heightened my feelings around his kindergarten experience. It took me forever and a day to choose a school in the first place. No one was more surprised than me when I picked a parochial school. I was so nervous the first day--for many reasons. But I'll say this, the professionalism of all the staff, especially Henry's teacher and aftercare supervisors, put me at ease within a week.
Although we don't attend church there (nor are we even a member of that denomination) in some ways it quickly felt like home. Not that I'm not snubbed by quite a few parents. That's okay, they don't interact with my child and I'm a grown-up, I don't need to be friends. I think it's merely a matter of there being an inner and outer circle: stay-at-home, neighborhood moms with five kids who have been attending the school forever and the rest of us who were just looking for a small school with high standards.
You'd never know it from the awkward photo I've chosen to post, but I took quite a few pictures and videos. I don't really want to post them here though because they feature many of his classmates. I'm not comfortable putting pictures of other people's kids on my blog. I know, it happens all the time--I'm sure there are quite a few group shots on Facebook that feature Henry in the background. Guess it's all part of living in this century, I just don't want to do it here.
Through my tears, I watched Henry's class do a wonderful performance of "Click, Clack, Moo" before walking across the stage and receiving their
|Henry, still wearing his ears from the play .|
He's holding the cookie and eyeing the treat table.