Elliott's first day of school was a roaring success. He came running to the car so excited to tell me everything that had happened. He really liked his Spanish teacher, Sra. Asensio but he loved his English teacher, Mrs. Maples. Both teachers contacted us several times the week before school started via e-mail, phone, and a post card in the mail. Elliott really likes school, but never have I seem him this excited! It's a great feeling as a parent to see your kid like his teachers so much.
Wyatt's first day of first grade was yesterday. Wyatt threw me a loophole I wasn't prepared for when we were driving to school. I was planning on parking the car, and walking to his line, like every other mom, dad, and grandma of a first grader but, he didn't need me. "I want Elliott to walk me to where I line up" he said to me, oozing a confidence I wasn't prepared for.
Dagger to the heart! I wasn't prepared for that one. I thought for sure I could at least still be his mom the first day of school. But, I was wrong. He's always been a confident little fart, I just didn't know how confident I guess.
I have to be honest, I was a completely worried mess all day long. I spent the whole morning reminding him to go to the bathroom, not run around too much, to eat his lunch quickly and stay away from kids with peanut butter in their lunches and on and on and on. I worry about this boy of mine. But, if he is confident enough to walk to class mom-less, I suppose he can handle himself in the lunch room alright. It's good that he's afraid of food and such a picky eater, he'll never go near anyone else's lunch.
When it was time to head to the school to pick up the boys, I was so excited. Quinn and I had ourselves a good day, but we missed our boys. It felt like it took them extra long to walk to the car and I was so nervous and anxious and couldn't wait to hear about Wyatt's first full day of school. The smiles on their faces walking to the car let me know that both had a pretty good day.
Wyatt didn't have a lot to tell me. He made a couple new friends, and a little girl from his primary class is in his class so that seemed to clear all his jitters. He was proud of himself for surviving lunch, remembering his backpack, and remembering to use the bathroom. Of course, he had much more to tell his dad when Ross got home from work, than he had to tell me, but that's okay. I don't mind...too much.
Suddenly, these boys of mine are growing up a little bit faster than I was prepared for. Pretty soon, they are going to be teenagers. I already feel pretty useless except when they need clean laundry and food....hopefully they will at least bring their friends home so I can feed them, too.