Kindergarten (part one)
My baby is now in Kindergarten!!
All during the weekend he was so excited after meeting his teacher at open house, that he was telling people, “I’m already in ‘garden!” (he abbreviated it like ‘hood for neighborhood; isn’t that clever?)
Last night, he was so excited that he kept waking up every hour or so talking. He was waking up again as I walked in the door last night at midnight (that’s when I get home from Sunday Night). I tried to calm him down. He was so anxious and elated with the idea of growing up and going to all day kindergarten.
This morning, at a few minutes before 6am, he was NOT excited or happy. He was, to put it bluntly, a GRUMP! Some would say that’s just the way the first day goes, but oh my!! It was so much harder with him than I thought it would be. Particularily because he was so excited during the weekend.
I coaxed him down telling him that I had a surprise and showed him his new Spiderman backpack with “Ben B.” on it. He was not happy. He wanted to go back to bed! I put him on the couch to watch a cartoon and let him shake it off while I make breakfast. I made him an egg and cheese sandwich; I thought it would be fun for him and less messy. The cartoon was over, we sat down but he refused to eat.
Then, he cried amd fussed while I bathed him and helped him dress. He kept trying to go back to bed! It was a nightmare!
From now on, I’m going to do nighttime baths and back up his bedtime to 7pm tonight.
Once we got on the road, he was happy. He put on his backpack and got out at carpool. He was one big boy.
But man, was the effort to get there exhausting! I need a nap just from his shenanigans!
You know, I wonder if God sees us like that. We fuss and we make a big production out of little things; we refuse to do what is good for us because we aren’t satisfied with what we are given. Yet, somehow, we get down the road and the end result is that fight we had earlier was hardly worth it. It becomes just wasted energy and a memory.
As I took pictures today when we headed out for school, I wondered if 20 years from now he’ll look at the pictures from his first day and see the tear stained shirt or the splotchy face. Or, if he’ll remember the great day he had later.