Abby is officially a first grader. Today was the first day of school around here, and given how perky Abby was when she bounded out of bed at 6:10 this morning, I’d guess she was pretty excited about it. She couldn’t wait to put on her new school clothes and carry her new backpack. She was not so excited to have me walk her into school. But I told her to suck it up because I was going in with her. I don’t ask for a lot from her, but that was something I was not going to budge on. A momma has her boundaries, you know. Maybe I should’ve thought that through a little more…
She asked me to take her picture in her snazzy new duds. And I happily obliged.
Ready to go!
We made the 2 minute drive to the school, navigated through all poorly parked cars, and Grayson and I walked her in to her class. Here’s where things got a little dicey.
Abby’s teacher had coloring sheets for them to work on while all the first day hoopla was going on. Abby sat down at her desk and got out her crayons. Grayson sat down at the desk next to her and reached for her crayons. In his defense, he has spent the last two months basically doing everything Abby did because that’s what she’s told him to do. When I told him that we weren’t staying and he would have to color when we got home, the tears started flowing. And then the wailing and gnashing of teeth followed. Honestly, you would have thought someone had cut off his arm. Or taken away his best friend, which I guess is probably how he looked at it.
The other parents started looking at us, and not in that sympathetic, “bless his heart” kind of way, but more in that “you’re a bad parent, can’t you control your child” kind of way, I broke out in a sweat and Abby gave me a look that clearly conveyed her embarrassment of the situation. So we high-tailed it out of there and to the car as quickly as possible. On the plus side, with all that commotion, I didn’t have a chance to get teary-eyed that my baby was starting the first grade. On the downside, when we got in the car, I got teary-eyed because I felt sure we had ruined her first day of first grade and someday she would be discussing this embarrassment with her therapist.
Fortunately, when we picked her up this afternoon, she declared this the greatest day of her life and proceeded to relive the entire day, detail by detail as we went to get our celebratory treat…
A Sonic happy hour slush. Sonic can cure many hurts. Amen.
Grayson and I both apologized for embarrassing her, and she graciously accepted our apologies. However, she did request that we just drop her off at the door tomorrow.
I think that can be arranged.