First Day of School

He was nervous and excited. His tummy had hurt for 3 days before. But he had fun.

Me: Did you make any new friends?
Cole: Yes, one boy. We played on the playground outside.
Me: What's his name?
Cole: I don't remember.
Me: Did you have to pray? (He goes to a Lutheran school)
Cole: Yes. We said 'Amen' at the end. Why do you say that?
Me: Umm, well. (change of subject) Sunday School starts Sunday! (off to google amen)
Me: Did you do anything else?
Cole: No. (And it starts already)

He's excited to go back tomorrow. :)

Two more sleeps

Until my "baby" starts Kindergarten. Definite mixed emotions. Apprehension. Excitement. Sadness.

I know he'll have so much fun and succeed. But there's the underlying usual mom worries of will the other kids be nice and will he make friends. Will he be too overwhelmed? He's a sweet boy with a heart of gold, and I hope that doesn't make him a doormat. I've seen it happen with him before. He's smart, and bored easily. It leads to being stubborn and a refusal to do things "because I know how already" (see swimming lessons).

He's my baby. My firstborn. The one that gave us the most trouble and had to be coddled just a little more from the minute he was born. That fragility is still stuck in the deep recesses of my mind. He's still tiny for his age. The kid is starting Kindergarten in size 2 uniform pants. I love him with my everything, and have a need to protect him, but have to let go a little.

He'll be fine, right?