There are some who would say I gush a bit much about my son. To those, I would like to say, "Guilty as charged." I want to cushion all of my children's lives as much as possible, but it's hard not to feel like I have to try extra hard for the baby because he started off with some counts against him.
There were so many things that made me an emotional wreck when I dropped him off this morning. I was still reeling from my daughter starting middle school yesterday (and she had an awesome day and loved it!) I am busy, tired and overwhelmed this week. I think at some point I may have mentioned that I started seminary this week. Yikes. He's the baby. All my kids are in school now! And I'm just plain nervous about the other kids being nice to him and accepting what an amazing guy he is, even if he doesn't have as many fingers as they do.
Walking from the house to the car, he'd looked so big and grown up with his Buzz Lightyear backpack and his sports-themed lunch box.
He was brave. I could tell he was intimidated, but that kid isn't one to let something like fear stand in his way. He didn't get that from his mother, I can tell you that. I'm happy to let fear stand in my way. He just said, "Mommy. I need to hold your hand." Just like that. Not a quiver in his voice. So I held his hand.
He was the first to arrive in the classroom. The assistant teacher asked me if I was ok. I was too choked up to answer her. He learned where to leave his lunchbox and was careful to make sure it went in the bin with his name facing up (that he DID get from his mother.) He put his backpack in his locker and handed the teacher his paperwork.
I could tell he was nervous because he was so quiet. I'm so sorry if those poor teachers have the impression he's going to be one of the quiet ones. Give him a week and they'll have trouble shutting him up.
He asked me a couple times if Gloria would be there today and I reminded him that today was just for 3 year olds and that she'd be there with him next week when the kindergarteners start. He took a deep breath and said, "OK."
Then I took a deep breath and said, "I love you. I'll see you after school."
He took another deep breath and said, "I love you too, Mommy. Hab a good day at you school too!"
And I made it to the car without letting him see me cry.