First day

The first day of school was yesterday. H had been dreading this day for years. I remember when Spencer happily started school, we talked to Henry about how exciting it would be that he would be next … and he cried. This refrain of tears has been known well to us and this last year has had my stomach tied up in knots while I worried about how he’d take it.

He did get better recently with his reaction. Small tears, a heartbreaking tiny voice saying he didn’t want to go, but no clinging and outright sobs. He went to VPK over the summer and that first few fraught days of mild hysteria, he genuinely enjoyed being there. He never wanted to go, but he was resigned to it and babbled happily when I picked him up about his day.

I didn’t get many pictures. Here are the two, actually. 

Spencer went off with C excited for second grade and I brought Henry to his class, which we had been to the week before. He had met his teacher then and she knew of his shyness and that he was not good with change. I tried to unpack his supplies and get him comfortable but he just kept crying into his sleeve and I had to leave. For his sake, I had to leave. I didn’t have time to feel any sadness about my baby starting kindergarten. I just worried all day until I could pick them up and see what the day held.

And it was an excellent day for both.