Tears of joy!

So my son started kindergarten the other day. Yes, I cried. It was tears of joy - not separation anxiety; well maybe a little separation anxiety. I didn't have the urge to stay with him in the classroom, I was just so happy that he walked into kindergarten, introduced himself and sat down and started coloring. It was relieving to know that he was genuinely excited to be in the "Big School". He loved his uniform, his backpack, his school supplies and even eating lunch in the cafeteria.

So what I cried? I'm proud that I cried. I know that I've started him on the right foot and that he cares about education and he knows that I care about it too. He knew that I was supposed to be at work, but I told him that it was a very important day and that I wanted to walk him to school. We talked about meeting new people and his teacher. We talked about the cafeteria and the library.

So yeah....I cried. We've established that.

School let out at 315, and I met him at the door. He came skipping out with a huge smile and a birthday crown on his head, holding his teachers hand. She said that he had a great day...no tears from him!! He talked non-stop about his day. He wanted to go back the next day, but I explained that he was going to go back on the following Monday. He actually got a little sad.

In all....it was a great day. The headache that I got from crying all morning was totally worth it by the end of the day. My son hugged me and told me that he had a wonderful day and that he loved kindergarten. I guess I'll eventually learn to love it too :)

Here's a picture:



Vintage**sniff, sniff** Me >.<