First Week Wrap-Up

Well, we made it through our first week of Kindergarten!  On the first day, he came home with a self-portrait:

I am told those are fingers.

When he got home on the first day, I asked him how lunch went since he planned to eat the cheese pizza there.  I asked him if he got a lunch card and he said, "Yeah, Mommy, but it wasn't just any card.  It was a Driver's License!  It said 'Muhs, Owen' on it!"

On Thursday he got a stamp on his hand for being a Superstar Rester.  I found this very ironic considering he hasn't napped for years nor can he really sit still and stop talking for long periods of time.

I asked him that night how things were going at recess and if he was playing with new friends.  He said that he plays with Harlee and a new friend that she met named Brooke.  I encouraged him to make some new friends, too, and he proceeded to tell me, "But, Mommy, I just want to play with Harlee because she is my best friend and I love her.  And Brooke is a new friend so I played with her, too."  "Ok," I said.  "What do you, Brooke, and Harlee do at recess?"  "Well, mostly the girls just drag me around."

On Friday, his teacher stopped me when I picked him up to tell me that he had both a meltdown and difficulty following multi-step directions.  The latter was no surprise to us.  He comes by that honestly, as his daddy is still that way as an adult.  So we're working on listening carefully to directions and focusing on tasks.

The root of the meltdown was due to the fact that he didn't get his art project done in time for playtime.  I'm happy to report that he did, in fact, finish it and finished it well.  He was proudly wearing his work when I picked up him up:

They're goat horns, in case you're wondering.

 

He also went to PE on Friday and told us about some of the rules he learned.  He was more than willing to demostrate one of the most important ones for us, which is "Watch where you're going."

Here he is not watching where he's going.

 

And, of course, we have to demonstrate the correct way to do it!

All in all, it was a pretty good first week.  This morning as he was getting ready to go to school he said to me, "Kindergarten rocks!!!  That means 'really awesome,' Mommy."

First Day of Kindergarten!

Alternately Titled:  The Day Mommy Was a Blubbering Mess

Last night, Owen set his alarm clock for 7am.  This morning, I opened my eyes at 7:01am to find a cute 5-year-old at my bedside saying, "Mommy!  We don't want to be late!!!"  And thus began our foray into the school-age years.

After a quick breakfast and a change of clothes, we made our way outside to snap a few photos before it was time to leave.

With a thumbs up from our boy, we piled into our car with our neighbor friend, Harlee, and made our way the long 2 blocks to good 'ol TJ.  (We don't walk because it's along a busy road with no sidewalk and I can't handle 2 kids and a stroller by myself!)

The two buddies posed for a photo together before heading to their classrooms.  We found out Tuesday night that they purposely separated them because they were so attached to each other at Kindergarten Round-Up.  We thought that was a little unnecessary, but I digress.

Owen and I dropped Harlee with her teacher and then made our way to his classroom, where I had to snap a few more photos.

I then proceeded to stand at the doorway like a complete idiot saying, "Bye, Owen!  I love you!" more times than is necessary when telling your child goodbye.  I could not walk out that door.  At some point my sanity returned and somehow my legs carried me out.  I then resisted every temptation to drive by the school at recess like a crazy stalker checking to see how he was doing.

Six months ago I told myself that I was ready for this day. I yearned for a little peace and quiet in my day and was excited about the next stage in Owen's life. But as the calendar approached August 25th, I started looking for that magical button that would instantly halt time. While I am still really excited for him to begin this new stage, there is still a large part of me that just isn't ready for it. I'll miss our late mornings, snuggling in bed together, our afternoon grocery shopping trips, our jammy days, the list could go on forever. I think what makes this transition so difficult for mothers, whether you're a stay-at-home mom or a 9-5 mom, is that it is essentially the end of the baby years. It's the beginning of them no longer having enough time to hug you or not thinking you are the funniest person in the world when you make those silly faces. Before you know it, "Mommy" gives way to "Mom" and hugs and kisses in public are no longer acceptable.

But I'm trying focus on the positive things ahead. The field trips I'll get to chaperon, the cookies (!!!) I'll get to make for class parties, the spring sings, and the lasting friendships ahead. I did, afterall, meet my 2 best friends when I was 8 and 12 and still talk to each of them at least once a week (although usually 3 or more!) and my children call them "Auntie." So maybe the school years aren't so bad.

As we pulled into the garage today, Owen said excitedly, "I can't wait to go back to Kindergarten tomorrow!!!"  That makes the tears totally worth it.