The First Day of School

I wasn't really sure what to expect, emotionally, on Colin's first day of Kindergarten.  He has gone to a couple of different "schools" up until this point, as well as several summer camps, so I wasn't new to the drop off process.  Wes and I were pretty sure we wouldn't be blubbering messes like the first time we left him at Mom's Day Out when he was 15 months old, but we figured there would surely be some emotions flowing.  

Colin gets his emotion-hiding honestly.  Both Wes and I are pretty hard to read.  It's not necessarily intentional on my part and I think it's part of Wes' defense mechanism.  It's hard to get much out of Colin in terms of his feelings.  As we entered the gym where all the kids were (the ENTIRE school), I could feel his little hand tightening the grip on my hand.  That tug at my heart strings a little but when I asked him if he was scared he quickly told me "no" and then looked at me like I was crazy.  He just sat down, surrounded by 20 kids he had never met or even seen before.  His teacher guarded over the kids like they were her little chicks and she was the mother hen.  

I scurried upstairs to get some pictures from his classroom and then we were able to catch a peek as the masses disassembled to their various classrooms.  My little handsome, uniform-wearing, boy filed in line behind his classmates and 5 years flashed before my eyes.  I managed to hold back the tears but I was also beaming with pride.  I was amazed how quickly he adjusted and how seemingly unphased he was by the whole experience.  As one of my dear friends reminds me often, kids are adaptable.  Yes, I guess they are.