seamons smiles: Firsts

Today was Mr. A's first day of first grade at a new school. His first time spending ALL day at school. First time waiting at the bus stop with other kids. First time eating lunch at school and having recess 3 times! First time to try catching the right bus at the end of school. I'm exhausted just thinking about it for him. But, you know what? He bounded down off that bus at 3:58 with a big grin on his little face and a huge hug for his mama. He handled it all JUST FINE! Why was I such a wreck? I thought about him all. day. long. Couldn't stop. Would someone sit by him on the bus? Who would he sit next to at lunch? Would he remember where his classroom was? Would he remember where the bathroom was? Would he make it there in time? Would he eat enough of his lunch to sustain him for the WHOLE day? I forgot to remind him what "color" code his bus was. How would he find the right one to ride home? Would he have anyone to play with at recess? Would he sit next to someone nice in class (and not too chatty)? Would he be punished for not having all of his school supplies the first day (come on...I forgot the 2 red pencils!!!)? Would his teacher remember his name?

I was a wreck. He was just fine. I fed him 4 chocolate chip cookies when he got home and made him tell me all about his day. Did he have to write about his summer? Did he have to read for his teacher? Did he make any new friends? Did he remember where the classroom was? Did anyone yell at him for not having his school supplies? Did he like his lunch? Did he find the note his mom left him (yes, and he brought it home with him and didn't want me to throw it away. How cute is that?)? Did he eat all of his lunch? Did he have enough time to eat lunch? Who did he play with at recess? Did he find the bathroom? ETC, ETC, ETC. I'd be annoyed if I were him too. But, seriously, the chocolate chip cookies did the trick. He just kept talking and talking and talking. AND, he was STARVING! :)

So, here's my not so little 1st grader. All grown up. Missing some teeth and looking so stinking handsome. Bring on 1st grade, I say. But, don't let my little boy grow up anymore. He's done for now and so am I.