It's probably the same for every parent. Each school year marks the turning of a page, the realization that your child has advanced to the next grade, and memories of yourself at their age. Last week Trent started first grade. He was a little hesitant to give up our relaxed summer schedule, but as we entered the school you could see the excitement mount in his eyes. He led me straight to the first grade classrooms where he entered Sister Margaret Ann's room and found his seat. On a side note: Sister Margaret Ann was also my brother Scott's first grade teacher. We put his school supplies down and looked around the room. Then he said the words that I've been waiting to hear on the first day of school for four years, "mom, can you stay for a few more minutes."
Let's back up to Trent's first experience with school. He was three years old and was going to preschool two mornings a week. On the first day without parents there were tears running down faces before they opened the doors. Tears for most of the kids, but not for Trent. He put his book bag in his cubby, gave me a kiss, and went right into the classroom. I just stood there totally dumbfounded. The aide looked at me and said, "OK mom, he's fine and you can go now." I remember looking her straight in the eyes and saying, "but he didn't even say goodbye." I remember that moment like it happened today. And for every first day of school since then it has been the same. Until this year!
I guess it is wrong of me to feel some sort of happiness that he asked me to stick around. But I'm just being honest. Of course I stayed around for a few more minutes then kissed his head and left. I had to laugh when Ian kissed his head too and repeated, 'have a great day honey.' He did have a great day. I did too, but I really missed having him around!
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