Andy started kindergarten today. Off to school he went with me wearing his Puffin bird shirt carrying his new Diego backpack. He was a lot more eager to get out of the house then I thought he'd be. He and I walked to school together holding hands. He was babbling about disney characters or something, while I thought about how quickly he's grown up. I personally felt a huge mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, curiosity, and sadness. My boy is in real school now. I didn't want to probe too much about how he was feeling because I didn't want to impart my fear on him. I could feel a little nervousness from him just in his stronger than normal grasp as we walked down the street together.
We got to his school and entered the all purpose room where he will be spending time before and after school. He was instructed to place his backpack in his assigned laundry basket - I helped him find the right spot. His laundry basket is one of several dozen, but his is the only one that is blue. Andy quickly spotted a bucket filled with toy cars and tracks to play with. He played mostly by himself, but alongside some older boys. I spotted a young girl sitting on the cafeteria bench by herself. She was starring vacantly out into space with her barbie doll next to her. I wondered if she too might be a new kindergartener. I thought of asking her, but didn't know if she would fear me because I am a stranger - I opted not to approach her and just focused on my son. Another boy, Paul, who he met last Friday, came in with his big sister and mom. The sister seemed like a bossy, big sister, know it all. Andy seemed to recognize Paul, and he Andy, but they didn't speak to oneanother. About 10 minutes into playtime, the fire alarm went off. I guess they were testing the alarm, but we all went outside for about 10 minutes. While outside, I heard Paul say something to his mom about Andy's dad not being the same guy as last week - I heard the mom shush her son. No judgement from the son about this, but plenty from mom. Back into the all purpose room we then went, only to clean up and line up. Kindergarteners first - Andy was one of four of them.
Through the school we went to line up by class on the playground out back. Turns out that Andy and two of the other kindergarteners are all in the same class. He is joined by Paul and Jessica, the lonely girl sitting by herself with the barbie. Andy's teacher, Ms. McGills, is a woman about 45 or 50 years of age. It is her second year at the school, but she taught elsewhere before that. Nice woman who spoke to me like an adult, which I appreciate. Seems so many teachers speak to adults and children both the same - like everyone they come in contact is a child.
Into Andy's classroom we all went. Andy quickly found his cubby, as instructed, and put his backpack away. All of the other kids did the same - a rainbow of diverse children. 8 boys, 4 girls. 5 white children, 3 black children, 3 asian children, and 1 latino child. Andy was then instructed to find his name at his table and take a seat. He sits at the first table with Reginald, Alexie, and Marie. The teacher came around with drawings of people for the kids to color. Andy got to pick with one he would color - I think he was given two choices of boys. He was then instructed to color it using the crayons before him in the bucket. Since Andy loves arts and crafts, this was a great first activity for him. I said goodbye to him for the 10th time and then left - I was the last parent to leave the room and Andy was already engrossed in his activity.
A strange walk home. I wondered how things were going after I left - I'm sure fine. I would have loved to have silently observed for the entire day. What will Andy be like in this strange, new setting. Who will he be friends with? Did we make the right choice to send him to public school? Is this school good enough? Do they have any idea how smart he is? Are the other kids in his class as smart as him? Did they group the kids according to their intellectual potential?
Now I have the day to wonder. At 4 p.m., Gary's dad and I will get Andy from school. We are sending him to aftercare for about 30 minutes just so that he gets used to the routine. I can't wait to hear all about his first day of school....
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I went to pick Andy up from school with Gary's parents and Nathan at about 4 p.m. He was out playing on the playground with three other boys, one of them being a new kindergartener friend, Lucas, and two older boys. They were chasing eachother around and he greeted me with "Hello, Daddy! Want to hear my growl?" He seemed to be having fun, but was ready to go home when I got there. He didn't say a heck of a lot about his day, but overall I think it went well. We toured his classroom before we left and he showed us around with some degree of pride. We then ran into his teacher on our way out and she told me that Andy had a good day. Her exact words were "He participated, but looked a little deer in headlights at times." Once home, Andy told me that he couldn't make a basket at playtime, but his friend Paul could. This to me indicates that he played with Paul some during playtime. He also said that he didn't have time to finish his lunch, thus explaining the many chocolate chip cookies that were still left uneaten in his lunchbox. I asked if his teacher was nice, and he replied "She's nice to grown-ups." I asked if she was strict, but he didn't really answer.
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Nathan spent the day at home. He took a good morning walk with his grandparents in the woods. He ate a big lunch, but didn't want to go down for nap. He ended up diving out of his crib head-first (twice). I stepped in and took over nap duty - Gary's mom was in charge yesterday. I couldn't get him to go down, so I put him in the stroller and walked him around the neighborhood. He was out cold in about 5 minutes and I let him nap the rest of time in the stroller. I think it is about time Nathan, only 22 months, transition to a new bed!