Today marks a transition in the Brotherton household.
Our firstborn started Kindergarten.
We were calculating last night, and this means that for the next 18 years we will have a child going off to school every morning. From now until I’m 48 there will be homework, school lunches and early mornings — because we all know it goes until your child graduates from high school, no matter how responsible they think they are.
I did not cry.
Shocked awake by the alarm this morning, I rolled over and saw my 6-year-old son grinning like the Cheshier Cat.
“Is it time to get up and get ready for school?!”
I so remember that feeling. The anticipation of a new school year, the fun of new clothes and school supplies, the energy pulsing though your body that won’t let you sleep.
By 6:45 Eli was dressed and sitting on the couch. Wearing. His. Backpack.
mommy needed caffeine it was his first day, we got a small treat at Starbucks.
Then it was off to the elementary school.
Now it’s not just Eli’s first day. This is my first day as a school-age mom. So forgive me if I had a little trouble getting it all right. I’ll do better next time.
We took the obligatory “first day” picture and then marched off to the classroom.
Eli learned the morning check-in routine…
…and then was off to play on the playground.
And I didn’t cry.