On Wednesday, we met Sprout's kindergarten teacher for a "Meet and Greet." While Sprout took some readiness tests, DH walked around the school with Cubbie while I filled out paperwork.
It's real. It's really happening. My first born is starting school.
After the meet and greet, I had to head in to work. During my drive, everything felt so surreal. It's like it's finally hitting me. My baby boy isn't a baby anymore.
Yes, he did preschool for two years, but somehow, that was different. Now, it really counts. This is the real deal. School lockers, big kids, tests, school bathrooms, lunch time, and bus stops.
He will be going two full days a week and every other Friday. His teacher said his class is at 30 kids, but they're hoping the school board approves another teacher. I'm trying to be okay with that. I went to public schools all my life, half of them in packed inner city classrooms. But this is not me, it's my child, my little boy. 30 five and six year olds for one teacher seems like a lot to me.
I guess all I can do is pray that this is the right school for him. We have a few other public school options, thanks to open enrollment, but that would involve driving quite a distance and he wouldn't be in school with the neighboring kids.
I am excited too though. I love his classroom, with the little cubbies, miniature desks and chairs, and a smart board. I know he'll thrive. He loves to learn, loves being around other kids, and I could tell he felt totally comfortable with his teacher.
And what's with a page long list of supplies? What ever happened to a box of pencils, a folder and a few notebooks? Times have changed, I guess.
So, my friends, please be patient with me as I try to sort out all my emotions about my little Sprout heading off to school. I think I may need to buy an extra Kleenex box for myself! ;-) (EVERY Kindergartner needs a box of Kleenex, really?)
