First Days…we’ve all had them. First day on the job. First day of a new relationship. First day of marriage. They are exciting. They are important. They are milestones.
I am very familiar with first days of school. If you count my first days of preschool through college and then my first days of school as a teacher, I think I’ve had 39 first days of school (40 counting tomorrow). As my principal mentioned in our meeting yesterday, that’s the exciting thing about teaching. We get to start fresh every year. So do the kids. New hopes, new excitements, new firsts.
Tomorrow is our son’s first day of kindergarten. Now this is a milestone that I am still absorbing. In fact, it keeps jumping up and poking me in the heart at the oddest times, leaving me in tears made of something I can’t quite describe–not sadness, not joy, but some misty combination of pride, deep love, and sorrow at the quick passing of time. Our sweet, high-energy, deep-thinking, silly, sensitive, imaginative, roller coaster of a little boy is heading off to kindergarten.
E loved preschool. He loved his teachers, the books, the block center, the kids, the playing! Now he’s headed to all-day kindergarten. In my heart, I know that he will love it, but of course, I am filled with fears too. I want him to grow and learn and to feel accepted, loved, and confident every day. I want him to make friends and happy memories. I want it to go well.
Did I mention E will be attending my school? Yes, while my husband drops E off at his classroom for his big, important first day, I will be welcoming a bunch of amazing students who are also excited for their first day. While my son, this huge part of my heart, will be down the hall, timidly beginning his elementary journey, another part of my heart will be expanding to take in these special fifth graders for the last year of their elementary careers. I want to create a wonderful fifth grade experience for them. I will work so hard to be the best teacher I can be for them, just as I know E’s teachers will do for him.
There is so much to take in on such a big first day. Yet my mind keeps roaming back to that first, first day. After 19 hours of labor, that warm, fragile baby boy of mine was finally placed onto my chest, his heart near mine. His first day in the world; my first day as a mom. I kissed his forehead, thanked God for him, cried, and began a life of dreaming, worrying, and loving. Tomorrow, my husband and I will send E to his first day of kindergarten. E will be okay. I am pretty sure we will be too. It’s a big first day, but we know there will be many more firsts ahead of us. We will kiss him on the forehead, thank God for him, cry, and continue to dream, worry, and love.
First day of school sign from Remodelaholic.