Last week, I started putting the positive spin on how exciting it was going to be to get back to school, to see the teachers and the other kids. But my five-year-old was not buying it. “Sean!” I enthused, “You are going to be a kindergartner! You are going to be one of the big kids of the school! That’s a big deal!”
“You see Mom,” he said slowly and diplomatically, “Here’s the thing. I’m not that big on kindergarten. I would rather just stay home with you.”
“But you see Sean,” I said, “Here’s the thing. I like you a whole lot better when you go away for a couple of hours.”
No. I didn’t really say that. Even if it is somewhat true.
So then, Tuesday morning, we set up the tripod and took some pictures of our tiny tribe to mark this milestone. And then together, AD and I drove Sean to the first day of what we hope will be a long and distinguished academic career, the trail head of a lifelong path to learning.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Sean unbuckled himself, grabbed his backpack and sprinted to his classroom never once looking back. Whatever misgivings he had about going to kindergarten last week had vanished. Somewhere in the parking lot he became big on kindergarten.
When we finally caught up to him, he was already in his classroom and in the swing of things. We peeked in the windows and watched him for a few minutes. His posture was attentive, his hand eagerly rocketing up to answer questions we could not hear; not one stinking thing to indicate that he wasn’t comfortable and confident. So we left. We were not needed here.
All in all, it was a rather anticlimactic milestone given that he is returning to the same school he’s been at for the past several years — he knows the drill, he knows the teachers and many of the students. Nothing new with which to contend.
When we got home, I got busy taking care of a some things that I had put off all summer and Antique Daddy got busy having himself a good sloppy man cry.
I guess it was not an anticlimactic milestone for everyone.