Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The first day of school
When I saw the big yellow school bus come around the corner, I felt about four feet tall again. Granted, I haven’t grown all that much since I last rode a school bus. I felt a lump rise up in my throat and turn into a knot in my stomach.
It was my son’s turn to ride the school bus for the very first time. I could not be more proud, but still I was a bundle of nerves for the both of us. (Would he find his classroom? Would he get onto the right bus after school?) At five years old he’s a creature of habit and loves all things routine and consistent. This was a big change. Don’t get me wrong, he is excited about growing up and going to school. But he gets the first day jitters like the best of us.
Last week I showed him a video of my first (and only) skydiving experience. I pointed out how nervous I was to try something new, but how fun and exciting it turned out to be. The night before kindergarten, he told me he was scared like I was to jump out of the plane.
So pretty much everyone goes to kindergarten and it’s not a big deal, but I felt like the proudest mom on the planet when he put on his brave face and went to school for the first time. This was an important milestone in my son’s life. But it was also a reminder to this grown up that sometimes you have to face your fears and jump out of the plane—or get on the bus.