Okay, I thought I would update my faithful blog readers.

First of all, Annihilators are $1.50, not free.  Whatever.  It is still an Annihilator day.

I stopped by Grant’s school this morning.  The teacher was not there.  I don’t think she is working today, even though I think its a work day.  I’ll forgive her, but I’m going to have to be upset for a few hours, and then I’ll cool off.  I’m sure she is a wonderful person, but it’s hard to like someone who does not make back-to-school stuff a priority for her social schedule.  HOWEVER, I really don’t know her circumstances, so I know I need to extend some grace here.  This is my baby, though.  It’s really hard.  {sob!}

The office lady is so, SO wonderful.  I was nice, calm, friendly and all that (don’t worry, mom!).  She had no idea what kind of inner turmoil I was going through.  She explained the lunch system to me and showed Grant what he is going to do.  I love that she talked to Grant about it.  I think I’ll have to start bringing her Annihilators . . .

The principal (whom I already thought was wonderful) came out and explained the bus thing.  My child won’t be just left on the curb somewhere, so that is comforting.  Apparently, the teacher drops each child off at the appropriate bus.  I will be writing a note that Grant can carry to give to the teacher and the bus driver to make sure he gets off at the correct stop.

I left the school feeling more confident about Grant’s first day.  But still, I bawled in the parking lot.  I don’t typically cry in front of my kids because I don’t want to freak them out, but I just couldn’t help it.  They were so sweet and gave me hugs.  I’m just . . . overwhelmed, in shock that my son is growing up so quickly, worried that he will be scared and I won’t be there to reassure him.  Probably all of the emotions that kindergarten parents go through.  It’s just a bit belated for me!

I’m a big, HUGE supporter of public school, by the way.  I used to be a middle school teacher in a public school, so I know the incredible value of the public school system.  I’m just sure that Grant’s teacher already cares for him, and I know that his principal is praying for him.  I know that God’s hand is in this whole situation, and that he’s probably just teaching me a lesson about the process of allowing my little bird to fledge.  It’s uncertain and scary, but it’s necessary, especially if he is going to be the world changer that God has created him to be.

God blessed me on the way home from the school.  I stopped by a garage sale and picked up 5 queen sized flat sheets for 10¢ each.  That’s a lot of fabric!  I need to make some patterns for my “slipcovering the chairs” project I have planned, so I’m thrilled with the bargain!!

And now, I need to go hug my first grader . . .

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