When I grow up I want to be...

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN

We received an email with the following…

B’s teacher’s name.
B’s classroom number.
B’s bus stop and bus number.

Off we went shopping and purchased the following…
Back to school clothes.
Backpack and umbrella.
Indoor shoes…to which you might remember B stated, “Mom, with these new Skechers the ladies at school are going to love me!”



We were officially ready for B’s first day of Kindergarten, I had everything under control! But wait, what did I forget…the tissues.

 So the actual first day of school was easy, no tears there. My hubby and I got to bring B into the school, meet his teacher and visit his classroom. Then B gave us each a hug and kiss and we were on your way. We went for a short walk around the block and then picked B up just a short 45 minutes later. I thought, “That was easy, B is so outgoing and independent that I knew this wouldn’t be an issue…he loved it and I loved it too!”

But wait…bring on the second day of school and B’s first official ride on the bus! I knew this was coming, as two full time working parents it was always planned that B would ride the bus to school. What I wasn’t prepared for was the exact correlation between B stepping onto the bus and then my sudden need to stop everything in its tracks and hold that little boy in my arms so tightly as to prevent him from ever growing up.

 As I stood there on the sidewalk (ensuring to capture every moment on film) my eyes began to burn and then the tears began to fall. How is it possible for my little boy to be big enough to be going to school? And yes for those of you who may be wondering…once B was safely on the bus I quickly hopped in my vehicle and drove to school so I could be there to ensure he got off the bus safely and made it into the school.

There is no looking back now…B has entered the world of school! So here are my dreams for you B as you start what will be the journey of a lifetime…I hope everyday of school brings you new adventures, friends and knowledge. Listen to your teacher and be respectful of your classmates. Always eat the healthy snack Mommy packed for you; please don’t trade it for something more delicious.

But most importantly, remember to always have fun…it is the best way to learn. Oh’ and make sure you ask your teacher what books you should read and what homework would be best to fulfill your career goals…in B’s words, “When I grow up I want to be an explosives expert like my Grandpa, but that will just be my cover job…because I am really going to be a secret agent ninja!”