First grade

He was all smiles for school this morning.  I went in to wake him up, and found a little tiny bundle of 6 year old boy.  So tiny in his queen size bed.  While I feel like he is growing up so much, seeing him this way was a reminder that he is still so very young...which was so very good for my mama heart.  It is a tough thing, the first day back at school for both kiddo and mama.

I walked him to the bus stop, which was quite the happening place this morning.  Every school aged child had a parent nearby.  This first day of school is not just a right of passage for child, but parents as well.  Some parents are tearful (like me), bummed to send their kiddo off trusting that they will have a good day, and steer clear of mean kids.  Some parents, are eager to have their solitude, jumping with joy the second the school bus door closes - a guarantee that the next 7 hours are child-free time.  Some apprehensive about the empty-nest feeling.  This mama, however, I totally felt a piece of my heart leave when he took those three steps onto the bus.  While it makes me so happy to see him independent of me, it also is a sore reminder that he is mine for such a short time.

He came home from his first day tired, and cranky.  Expected.  But as soon as we made that 4 minute walk home from the bus stop, his mood changed.  A promise of trampoline jumping after eating snack did the trick.  Then we watched a Redbox DVD I rented with the intention of getting my tired school aged kiddo to sit still for a bit.  The Batman Lego movie wasn't a big hit.  But my boys sat still for a total of 30 minutes - which is a win in my book.

He said he likes his teacher, and that "she is kinda like you mom, your age and size, has glasses like you wear, and she smiles a lot too."