Now that I have regained my composure and some sense of reason, things are fine. Calm. Calmer. And hopefully they stay that way. My mama jitters surely got the best of me, but B-Boy did just fine. I don't think he had any jitters at all.
But before we get into any details, lets reminisce a bit.
Two years ago, my little 3 year old boy, then brother to one and a half sisters (one bun was still in the oven), started his first day of preschool. I was not nervous at all; He may not have been completely happy to be there. He's not the type to cry when I leave, but when I picked him up (after a whole 2 and a half hours), he had a few tears to shed. Here he is, with his little baby face, holding the first picture he ever painted at school.
Sigh. tear. My baby. My firstborn.
Now, at the ripe old age of 5 1/2, he embarks on his new path of school with the big kids, eating a cafeteria lunch, recess, NAP TIME, music class, gym class, and all kinds of other things we are about to discover. It's exciting and scary.
Naturally, as parents, we want our children to be happy, well adjusted, and succeed at what they do. As a mom, I'm protective to a degree, worry just a little, and love a whole lot. Having listened to him say everyday, both before and after, for the first year and a half of preschool that he didn't want to go to school, I began to get worried that this was going to last a lifetime. And I don't want that. He's got that boy tendancy to not be so interested in learning his letters, or to write his name, couldn't really care less that letters form words, and words say things, and you can read all about hunting and guns and airplanes and fish. He is very curious, and learns lots of things, is very intent and watchful, quick to imitate. But just not like that. So I imagine that some of this year may be challenging to him. Which is why I want him to have the best teacher for him. We had some unexpected turns, which he has accepted amazingly well, whereas his parents, not so much. As we are learning to just wait and see how things go, he's diving right in, like it's a normal part of everyday, just regular old stuff. Hm. Ok!
I was VERY relieved when I asked him how his first day of school was, and his answer was matter-of-factly "great." Wow. He doesn't use that word very often. That's a good sign. So what? I did all that fretting and freaking and blogging and such for nothing??? He also told us all about how he went to the music room with Mr. Noxious (I have NO IDEA if that's his name, that's just what I heard), played on the baseball field, and read about the Gingerbread Man. Did you know he RAN AWAY? Gasp, really?? Yeah, and it's NOT FUNNY! (giggle giggle). We also heard about how he ate a chicken patty, applesauce, a roll, chocolate milk and (?something else). Wow, that's a LOT, KJ exclaimed.
And truly! That was a lot. A lot of information from a boy who is not expressive, in any sort of detail, about things he's not excited about. So for him to tell me 3 things about his day, and all five things he ate for lunch? That's amazing.
I/we have decided to stay calm, and see what happens. Granted, I have to do this for myself, as well as hold back the reigns on my husband, who happens to be a much more fierce a protector that I. So "we're" trying to stay calm, rather than go in there, guns blazing, and bowl the poor woman over. I do, however, plan to be the proactive advocate for my child, should the need arise.
My qualms about this teacher are still there, but maybe because it's just not how I would do things. So we're watching. His second day did send a little spike in the blood pressure when we heard those words "I don't want to go to school anymore." But in plugging him for more info, he was hot and couldn't sleep at rest time. Ok, so he wore shorts and a t-shirt today. And it's a bit cooler. We're trying to make the best of it. And I also decided that I'll prompt him to go say "good morning" to her, because that's good manners, and we want to show her what good manners we have. ;)
Deep breath, and e x h a l e .