No tears this morning for Zak. Looks like the trick is to get him in the class as quickly as possible. He walked in, got his stuff put away, and got to work counting cows.
Everything is fine until we get to the part where I have to leave. This is a tough way for both of us to start the day.
Fake it until you make it.
After a weekend of assurances he’d not have to go back to school until Monday, the big day was here at last. He put on his brave face and was happy when we got to school, and proud to show off some of his work that was displayed in the hall, but didn’t want me to leave when class started. (I didn’t want to go either)
To celebrate the end of the first week, we got donuts (and milk, I’m not completely irresponsible) and drove to school with mom.
Zach did great today in the midst of a bunch of kids who were lost in tears. I don’t remember it being like that last year. Lots of crying kids, but he wasn’t one of them. He was anxious as we entered the classroom, but he put away his stuff and got busy building with blocks like a pro.
I spent some time with the family up in the mountains of NE New Mexico, around Eagle Nest. Here’s a picture of the valley around the lake.
Caught up to a huge bike bus on the way in with 15 kids and several parents all riding to school. I had the Z’s in the buggy but still managed to out-sprint the field and arrive at school in first place.
As soon as we got in Zak started to get scared. Zoe tried to comfort hIm, but he was crying as I left. I couldn’t take it and went back and held him until he calmed down. Then surprised me by asking me to take him to his classroom. He showed me how his backpack and lunch get put away properly and sat at a table and played with some blocks. He wasn’t exactly thrilled, but he was doing well enough when I left. As usual, I expect he’ll have a great day and be in fine spirits when mom picks him up.
I, on the other hand, may have to start spiking my coffee.
Zak rode the tag-a-long to school today, fulfilling a life-long dream. Zoe rode her scooter, which took forever, and we ended up 10 minutes late for the start of class. Slightly better drop-off this morning, but I did hear him start to cry as I walked down the hall.