Like today. Dropping Blake off in the "hug n' go" lane a bit farther than my comfort level at this point, week 2 of school. I stayed in my lane until I could no longer see him in my rear view mirror and then I had to choose...do I leave and trust that he knows what he's doing or the teacher will help him remember OR do I circle the school and come around for an encore "hug n' go" but with no hug, just a few minutes of peeking out my window to make sure all was well...encore it was! He was fine. He hadn't mysteriously disappeared in that 30' space I couldn't see out of my mirror. He was playing on the playground, climbing up the ladder. But wait! That mom. She looks annoyed at him. Ugh, he is looking at her and not smiling....oh crap, he just walked away...what did he do? Oh crap! Was he mean to her little boy? That kid looks reeaaally little! I bet Blake butted in line for the ladder! Crap, Crap, Crap!
People, I am not kidding. This happened.
This momma went to the gym, let out a bit of anxiety and tried to remember that "his choices are not my choices, I have guided him and he will make bad choices and good choices...all I can do is help him learn to make more good than bad...breathe". I put it on the back burner for 3 hours. I went early to pick him up and when I got him in the car I couldn't help it...the first question out of my mouth was "Blake...this morning when you were on the playground, what did that mommy in the blue shirt say to you?". He thought for a moment and looking out his window at the passing cars said "she said, she liked my shoes".
HAHAHA! Oh, lordy! Exhale.
So, as we ALL adjust to this whole Kindergarten thing...I am working on taming my inner "momma bear" and trying to just enjoy the ride. The sky is NOT falling Chicken Little...it's all gonna be ok. He's not a terror kid, but he's not perfect and that is OK! Imperfectly perfect in fact.
Life these past 6 days has been a roller-coaster of emotions...tons of highs that come from tid bits of each day that Blake has at school. Random one-liners that force me to put on my detective hat and put all the pieces together...from these tid bits, I learned Day 2 that "an author is the person who writes the story and an artist is the person who draws the pictures...they are also called an illustrator". CUTE! Today, I learned that "we live in North America, that is a continent mom". CUTER. Yup, I am loving this and so is he!
Friends are another HUGE high for us! Blake hit it off with Brady Day 1! We overheard him talking about his three favorite things "gators, planes and sharks"...Blake was over there faster than ants on a sandwich and I heard about Brady for 3 days straight. The kicker was when he told me his favorite part of the day was recess where him and Brady and the "other boys" chased the girls and called them "daddy-o". It was Blake's idea. No clue people...no clue. We talked about making sure the girls were OK with that game before he played it again, but I had to chuckle at that one! (his weirdness is one of my favorite things). We have other friends now too! Finley...he "talks like a clown and acts like a clown". (You can't make this up!) The impersonation Blake gave me was HILARIOUS but, I must admit, I don't know whether to encourage or discourage that one yet...more investigation work to do ;)
Ok, really there have been MANY, MANY more highs than lows! The only low for Blake is that D*&^ alarm clock! He is a sleeper. I got him the worlds cutest little boys alarm clock...you can choose rooster, buzzer, or classical tunes. All 3 SUCK in his opinion and he exclaims how he "hates that thing" every morning!
My lows, aren't really lows but moments of "there's no turning back"...like yesterday when I joyfully opened our first "monday folder" and this whole mess of fun and cuteness came out (class newsletter, library days info, volunteer schedule - YIPEE!) and then I read:
"Talk to me, I listen. Teach me, I remember. Involve me, I learn."
Teary.
All in all, we are LOVING it!
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