Tucker’s first day of kindergarten was yesterday and he loved it. He says it was better than the Kindergarten camp the schools held this summer, and better than preschool too. Apparently, he got off the bus this afternoon and ran around to Austin’s truck where he got in and said “I liked it!” and then paused for a moment and said, “okay, I loved it!” (Or something to that effect.) Other highlights included drinking chocolate milk at lunch (he has decided to buy lunch every day) and making cookies in his class. He seemed a little disappointed that gym class didn’t like up to his expectation yet because they didn’t play REAL sports there. He also mentioned that the kindergarten classes eat in the cafeteria together, but without any of the older students, “the graders.” He was also looking forward to not having rest time like at home, and getting to play on the playground both of which he did end up enjoying.
He didn’t seem that nervous, just marched right up on that bus and sat down in the first seat. After school, he explained to me like an old pro that he sits in the first row by the window on the bus and made a new friend who sat next to him. He said they picked a few more kids up on the way to school, but we lucked out with our pick up time—7:34 as opposed to 7:13 for the other girl in Tucker’s class that rides bus #8.
As soon as he got on the bus and I watched it go out of sight, I started crying, of course. I feel like I have a glimmer of understanding now of why some parents homeschool—his life is now going to be as much or more out of our home than in it during the school year.