Today is the first day of grade school for my son. It was a day that I dreaded for the last six months or so, because I had to admit to myself that he was a big boy. As the day approached I felt the anxiety surge and I had some fear that on his first day there would be tears for him, my ex-wife and myself, but I'm happy to report it was all dry eyes today (not that I have any issue expression emotion).
Another concern for me was that William didn't want to go to "big school"; he made that clear for weeks and during supper Monday evening when I tried to upsell school he was at the point of ignoring the conversation all together. Luckily, one of my ex's sisters is an elementary school teacher and suggested that he go for another visit at the school in hopes of turning his resistance into a bit of excitement.
On Tuesday his grandmother took him to the school and both of his teachers (yes, we just found out this week that there is going to be a split in teaching between two teachers... WHAT?) were there. He was able to have a personal tour of the school, see where his desk was and play with some of the things in class and finally he began to have a bit of excitement. We didn't want to jinx ourselves so we held our breath and today I am happy to report William had a great day and called me at work when he got home to tell me some of what he did.
But knowing William, tomorrow could be a whole different ball game.
PS. Sorry about the slacking on my blog... I'm going to try and do some catch-up entries to fill you in on my summer.
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