Today was Will's first day of First grade. I was totally prepared for a call home in the middle of the day to tell me that he'd had a breakdown and was too exhausted to continue. When that didn't happen I was fully prepared to pick him up broken hearted and balling. So, when I got there early, waited with anticipation, stood outside the school doors and saw him come out giggling and smiling I was just dumbfounded. I grabbed his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "I missed you sooo much today!" He just giggled. "How was your day?" I asked. "Good," he said. He was totally happy. I asked if it was hard. He said, "Nope." I asked if he learned a lot. He said, "Not really."
The big news was that 4 of his classmates from his kindergarten last year were in his very same class! I was so shocked! Imagine that. To go to a completely different school and change grades and all of a sudden know more than 1/5 of the students already! He told me about eating lunch and I asked if he got a special note in his lunchbox. He said that he opened his lunchbox and said, "Huh?" "What is that?" Everyone at the table wanted to read it. What an attention grabber. (The note said "I love you. <3 mom)
So, needless to say, I have a TON of pent up adrenaline and worry with nowhere to go. I'm actually shaking because I was so nervous for him. Apparently, for no reason. He actually seemed very relaxed and satisfied when he got home. Go figure.