Connor's fist official day of Kindergarten is today. I dropped him off at school with a brave face. I watched as the teacher took over my place and I walked out of the classroom without tripping over my screaming, begging child. He waved, stayed in his seat, and reminded me to come and get him later.
In a way, I was glad I avoided the 'clingy' child routine- it was the less traumatic route for both of us- but couldn't he have looked just a little forlorn? *Sigh* I remember I cried a lot my first day of Kindergarten. I didn't like being left with a bunch of strangers. But, that's how I met my first friend. She walked up to me and told me not to cry anymore. Great, now I'm worried about Connor not having any friends...
Needless to say, I made it about 50 feet from the school before the waterworks started. I cried and cried...and I'm kind of misty right now. This is going to be an adjustment for both of us.
|:.My Brave Connor.:|