AKA: The first day of school.
It was a double whammy for us this morning – Griffin’s 5th birthday AND the first day of school. Needless to say, he was excited when he woke up this morning!
We were excited too, although it was tough to let him go. Ken was a little sad when he left for work this morning, but so, so proud of his little bestie.
Griff was so anxious to get on that big yellow bus, that he was ready about 45 minutes before it was time to go – first time ever from the kid who would never leave the house if he didn’t have to 🙂
Me? I was excited for him, but worried about the things that Mamas worry about when their littles start school – would he be able to figure out which snack was for recess? Would he have enough time to finish his lunch? What if he was too shy to tell his teacher he needed to go to the bathroom? What if he couldn’t find a seat on the bus? Oh, my head hurt this morning. But this boy, he was confident.
Nana came over to walk with us this morning so I could take pictures. As IF Nana would miss the first day of school 🙂 And, conveniently, Grampie just happened to be driving in the area at about the same time the bus was scheduled to come. Weird 🙂
We walked up the road in the pouring rain to our bus stop and waited for what seemed like forever for that bus to come around the corner. But you should have seen his face when he saw his bus pull up. I think he’s been dreaming about this day since he could dream.
It gets a little fuzzy after that. All I know is that our boy hopped up onto that bus (with some help from Grampie because his little legs couldn’t reach the first step) and he didn’t look back. Not a glance, not a wave. All I saw was a little birthday boy about to face the world. He walked away from his Mama, smiling, proud and happy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’m so excited and filled with love and hope for my Griffy, my heart feels like it’s going to explode. As I write this, I’m remembering his first steps, his first words, his first day at pre-school. This is another milestone, another ‘first’ in a list that will never end and I fill with pride when I think about the ‘firsts’ that are still to come.
So as I sit here, typing, I find myself watching the clock, anxious for the school bus to come back so I can hug my boy and listen to him tell me all about his first day of ‘big school.’ I expect him to be speaking so fast with excitement that I will wonder what language he’s speaking. And his speech will surely end with “where’s my birthday cake?”
So, Happy First Day of School and Happy Birthday to my biggest boy. I wish you a lifetime of success and accomplishments.