Today is officially our last day of summer vacation. The boys are not too thrilled. Well, aside from Finn. Finn is actually excited to go back to preschool, but it doesn’t start until Monday. My two elementary school boys aren’t too happy. Everytime I bring up school the oldest gets teary-eyed and almost goes into a panic. He actually threw up this weekend and I’m thinking it was nerves. Now that he knows who his teacher is going to be and which friends are going to be in his class he seems a bit better, not still not thrilled.
The other little ham is all nervous that he might have a lot of “yellow” days. That’s the behavior system in class. Yellow…you’ve been warned. So what are you saying kid? You’re already planning on chatting it up with his friends and not listening? He’s apprehensive about starting but seems excited to see his friends. He’s more of a social butterfly, hence we dubbed him The Mayor.
With the first day of school approaching, it has me thinking about those very first days of school. The first time they entered the world of preschool. Each different in their own way.
Logan – he was a little nervous. However, Logan had take-charge cousin Aidan there with him and he LOVED preschool. Just look at these two. They were excited. The little dynamic duo. He just needed a support system, as he does now. Something familiar.
Then there is Deacon, who just RAN to school he was so excited. He wouldn’t even stop for a before school photo shoot. Nope, just ran off, he had new friends to meet. I barely even got a kiss goodbye.
Then there was Finn. My only child that is excited to go to school this year. This was his first day of preschool. Hiding under the chair.
All these first days are gone but will be followed but other “first days.” But nothing will ever compair those very first days of preschool, where each of their personalities shined. Logan needs to know he’ll have a familiar friend, Deacon is still all about the social aspect of school, and Finn…I’m guessing he’ll still be shrugging when he crosses through the parking lot. Mama liked preschool too; no making lunches and arguing about homework. Ugh…now I want to cry.