Oh my Josh! He’s a first-grader!
Josh has been pretty stoked about going to first grade. He went to bed early last night, with absolutely no fuss. Woke up this morning, brushed his teeth, had his breakfast, and got dressed –all in under 40 minutes. That might seem long to some of you, but if you only know how he tends to dawdle sometimes and how many times I would have to tell him to do just one thing, then you’ll appreciate how happy I was this morning. We actually made it out of the house earlier than I’d planned!
On the way to the car park. Poor thing, his backpack is huge!
Because we’d left the house early, we actually beat the traffic and managed to be the first of the first-graders to get to school! Eager Beaver, Keener… yeah, whatever. We were directed to the gym, where all the first-graders were to congregate and where the teachers would come to take them to their respective classrooms.
While waiting for the others to arrive, Josh walked around and started reading the posters on the wall.
Before long, the gym filled up. Josh met some of his classmates and found out that he knows a few of them (one from his kindergarten, a couple from his soccer class, some of our neighbors’ kids with whom he plays).
He was quite at home there sitting on the bench and listening to the short talk that the vice-principal gave. After the talk, he walked over and gave me a hug and then followed his teacher to his class.
No tears from him (I wasn’t expecting any), but Zoë bawled as soon as Josh disappeared around the bend. She was inconsolable and kept saying, “I miss my KoKo!” When we were having lunch today, she told us, “When the bell rings, KoKo will finish school and we can pick him up.” Isn’t she the sweetest little thing? Yet when they’re together, sometimes they bicker and fight.
Pick-up time for the first day was anywhere between 1:30-2:30pm. By the time I got to the school, it was 2:08pm. I made my way up to his classroom and there he was in the reading corner, with his nose deep in a book. He was the only child left in his class! (First to arrive and last to leave, how about that? Heh.)
His teacher came over and told me he did very well today, that he was quite happy reading Geronimo Stilton, while waiting to be picked up. Josh waved bye-bye to his teacher and when we made our way down the stairs, I’d offered to carry his backpack for him, but he told me firmly, “My teacher said that I should carry my own bag. Because it is mine.”
We joined up with Zoë downstairs and Josh said he wanted to show her the Japanese Garden, where they went during play time today.
before I herded them back to the car. We had to get out of there before the other classes let out and we get caught in the mad traffic on the way out.
All in all, I’d say that Josh had a pretty good first day of school. He’s happy, he made new friends, and he’s proud to be going to big-boy school. Me? I am just happy. Happy for all that he’s happy about. Oh, and most definitely thankful, too. Thankful that Josh is who he is.
I couldn’t help having feelings of ambivalence, however. I am sure all you mommas out there know what I mean. Josh has taken quite a number of steps today… away from the little Josh towards a big boy Josh. Steps towards a journey of increasing independence, steps towards something which we do our best to prepare him for. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to grow up, okay, Josh?
How did the first day of school go for you this year?