That word has been swirling in my head for months now, and still I’m in denial.
Landon started kindergarten today.
He was ready. He bolted toward the bus.
He’s going to be in school from now on — forever. I’m crushed.
Well, not forever, but you get the idea. No more spontaneous trips to get school supplies (since when do backpacks cost up to $60?)…
…or going to the movies (for the first time — we watched Cars 2).
We did all that yesterday, the last hurrah before I’d loose L to kindergarten.
To tell you the truth, I’m surprised I got him on the right bus, on time, with a new backpack and all the requested school supplies.
(Well, I forgot that he could bring a stuffed animal. We had discussed which one would get to go — the bunny — but we forgot in the end. I forgot.)
I fell asleep with him the night before, so instead of having everything ready, it was a mad dash in the morning.
I’m always kind of surprised when we make it through these special days because it’s always a first for me. Being a mom, breastfeeding, parenting, first haircut, first cavity, preschool, now kindergarten.
Preparing for preschool was one thing, but this kindergarten business — this is so different.
Although L hardly ever missed a day of preschool in two years (really only a week after his tonsillectomy), preschool didn’t feel like this. Now L is gone for 6.5 hours, every week day.
Bus routes, low-odor dry ease markers, meal ticket, ugh…
Don and I got him on the bus and an hour later I already hated how final this felt. I’m not good with these milestones.
Yes, we will still do a lot of fun things, but a big chunk of L’s time will be spent in kindergarten and then school from now on.
He jumped off the school bus all happy after 6+ hours — I’m excited for him and so glad he had a great first day. And I’m excited to have more time to work, exercise, organize the house… Oh, the possibilities.
But this Mama still needs some time adjusting to this situation. I’m not loving him being gone so long. I’m not loving not knowing what kind of floor cleaners they use or what kind of oil to make the cafeteria food. (I’ll find out.)
I’m not loving that he was already sent home with a request to raise funds by having him sell paper goods or that I’m not allowed to surprise him one day and have lunch with him.
I better volunteer to be class mom :)