Mommy’s perspective b/c daddy had to be out of town for a family emergency (guest blogger)!
This was the first day to officially not walk Kindergartners in, and he asked, “Don’t you want to walk me in?” Mommy: “Of course I do, but the teachers want you to start walking in by yourself. I would walk you in every day until you go to college, but you will grow tired of that. I will walk you to the door.”
When we arrived, Xavier and his friends had their normal conversation about E seeing “him walk from his car,” as she bounced down the steps. Well his good friend, T, that he talks w/ each morning caught us sitting in the car. She was upset that he had beat her to school, but delighted that she saw him in the car.
So the kids are talking and playing in the breezeway and T sees the Principal and says, “That’s the Principal!” The Principal says, “And that is a good little boy.” T says, “But I was the one that said it, and I am not a boy.” X gets very tickled about this and the Principals amends with, “Two good children”.
When it is finally time to go in; X lingers back from the group with me and his little brother. He is staring at the doors so I offer to walk him to the bottom of the stairs. He smiles and enters. At the bottom, he slows again, and I tell him to catch up to his friends. He looks sad and shuffles on w/ a pouty lip. I start off, but then look around the corner and he was looking back for me (oh my aching heart) and I receive the best, biggest, most beautiful smile. Then the smile falls and he blows out a puff of air and shuffles on down to the cafeteria alone.
When I get to his grandmother’s house he greets me with, “Well, all I remember about the day was…” and I don’t remember what he said after this b/c I was too busy laughing at the fact that he sounded like an adult and his mannerisms were priceless. He wrinkled his face up as if he were thinking REALLY hard.
I asked if his “share with the group bag had been chosen, and with great commotion he said that his bag did not get picked and he rolled his eyes and said that the teacher ONLY picked three of them, and some kids had to take theirs’ back and some didn’t, and he left his, and he guessed the ones that presented took theirs’ back. He said this in one big exasperated breath.
So then he begins to talk about how he gets to push the lunch box cart, and was proud of it until later in the day when he realized that he is not the door holder or the leader of the line to lunch. “I put the lunch stuff on it and push it over to the wall with a bunch of other lunch carts.”
Then he begins to tell me that he “Got to go to the upstairs.” To someone “maybe called guidance.” The teacher is REALLY nice and he gets to go there each day to color and read. And he repeats, the teacher is REALLY, REALLY nice. She just really must have made a good impression.
And then with the most excitement I have seen from him he shouts, “And guess what section they opened today mommy!!! They have an iPod section, and there are little tiny iPods like the one daddy has and on the second page they have games for KIDS.” So I asked if this was the section he played in, and he said, “No”. So then I tried to figure out HOW they decide sections, and I have no clue!
And then we arrived home and all he was focused on was eating supper and playing basketball.
