We are nearing the end of the week and I wanted to give an update about my daughter's first week of kindergarten and my son's first week back at preschool.
First of all, if you'll remember just a few short days and a few short posts ago, I gave you the sob story of Maddi's
first day. That would be me sobbing, not my daughter.
My daughter attends an after-school program that is the same preschool my son goes to, so this works out nicely. I couldn't help but pick them both up a little early that first day because the anticipation and curiosity was killing this cat.
The first thing my daughter said to me was, "I learned math, mommy!" She was so excited! And so was I. She's learning! She ripped open her backpack to show me her first math lesson, fittingly, the number 1. And that night we were to go over it with her, singing this catchy little math lyric to the tune of "Skip to my Lou" while she traced it.
An excited, "We get TWO recesses, mommy!" And a very serious, "Our teacher wasn't with us at recess. But don't worry, there were other teachers on the playground and Ms. X. came and put us in a line when recess was over."
Every day since has been something fun, exciting, different, new. Music. Art. Library. School announcements. Her first smiley face on her classwork. :D I'm saving, dating and documenting everything. And I'll do the same for my son. This time is just too precious and special. I want them both to know I am treasuring it.
As for my son's first day back at his preschool, oh, the lungs! You would have thought I told him I'm leaving him there and never ever coming back for him. He screamed bloody murder when I tried to leave the room. The teacher had to pick him up and hold him so he wouldn't chase after me.
He is very much into his routine. We had been off school for the whole week before and I think he quite enjoyed being home with mama that whole time. Add in the fact that his sister wasn't in his classroom with him anymore and forget it. For.get.it. He had a very rough ENTIRE first day. But every day since has been increasingly better. Tuesday - only a little crying. Wednesday - a little whining. Thursday - sad puppy dog eyes. He'll get back into the rhythm again and be just fine.
On his first day he was excited to tell me that he didn't have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch (more on this later), he "ate spaghetti and played with the big tractor."
I almost forgot to mention that when I was unwillingly up at 1:30 in the morning (till 4:30 in the morning) the night before school started, I penned a letter to each of my children. It's something I am going to fold into an envelope and put in their baby books for later. It's something I might do every year, whether at the beginning of the school year or some other time. I think it will be neat for them to read when they're older. They can hang onto them forever and let their kids and grandkids read them. My words, thoughts and feelings about them, in my own handwriting.