(Or at least the next twenty-plus years.)I tend to think of Zee as a fairly big kid. He's the oldest in our crazy house, and most of my mom-friends have children the same age or younger than him. Compared to two-year-old Gee, and even sometimes four-year-old Em, he is big, mature, strong.
And then he went to kindergarten.
Seeing him surrounded by giant second graders (we won't even mention the colossal sixth graders), I worried. He's so young still, I thought (emotionally ignoring the fact that he is one of the oldest in his class). When school gets out, what if he can't find me? (Also ignoring the fact that it is a straight shot down the hallway from his classroom to the doors where I waited.) What if he gets overcome with shyness...okay, even my emotional maternal side can't get away with that one. This is Zee we're talking about, after all. I don't believe he has a shy bone in his body.
His attitude reassured me, though. From the moment he woke up this morning (shouting "First day of school! First day of school!" and waking the baby), to 45 minutes before we needed to leave (roaring around the house like a demented dinosaur, literally knocking over furniture in excitement), to jetting down the hallway to get to his classroom, to being too busy talking to his teacher to even say good-bye...this boy is ready ready READY for school.
I just hope they're ready for him.
When he gets old enough and graduates from high school, and then you take him to college, let the kid have his space if he wants it and don't make a fuss over making his bed or helping him unpack, or even having a last dinner before the final goodbye. The previous nights dinner WAS the last dinner before the final goodbye. I think your son will be the type to 'try' to wait patiently until his parents leave him on his own. Just an early warning.
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