Day #1: The first day started out rough, he wanted NOTHING to do with pictures. Here is a glimpse of that catastrophe...
There was one picture that is usable in any hard copy capacity....
As soon as he stepped out into the driveway and put his backpack on, he pulled himself together and did a great job. We were able to walk him to his room and gave us all three sweet goodbye hugs and kisses and marched right in his room.
His teacher's name is Ms. Corrigan and she seems great. She has 4 kids of her own, but this is her first full year of teaching her own class. I am every optimistic and enjoy her.
I could not settle myself all day for all the thoughts going through my head and wanting to see his face so bad. Then the time came.....I was up there like 20 minutes early, but oh well. He came out of the "walkers" door and smiled at me, but then went immediatly into a cry.
His water bottle had leaked in his backpack and gotten his shirt and bottom all wet (he hates to have wet clothes on). We rushed home to change and then over to the Waters house for Tiff's Treats and a little celebration. It was fun and John was in a great mood.
Later he says to me... "they just don't care about me in kindergarten".... !!!!! WHAT!!!! Every part of me broke inside as I am trying to calmly go about my business while asking probing questions. He says "well I have good news and bad news". We started with the bad news, "I got lost several times today" !!!!!WHAT!!!!! Again, every piece of me wants to scream, but I do not. He calmly tells me that there is no potty in the classroom and no one told him where it was, so he got lost in the halls trying to go to the bathroom. But he was brave and strong and found his way back.
Day #2 - WAY better mood. Was ready to go.
Time to pick him up again, he says to me as soon as he sees me. I forgot what you told me about the water bottle (we had like a 20 minute talk on how to make sure it was closed all the way and set it up right and it would not leak) so he decided to just not take it out of his bag. He drank NOTHING all day long. Guess he used problem solving.... :/
He was in a great mood all afternoon, complained a little of a headache, but overall great. He begged to go to the library and get his own library card (stop judging me for not getting him one by this point in his life. :)). So we did, how do you say no to that. We spent almost an hour (until MJ could no longer stand the library voice) and brought home several books. Then to soccer practice, home, shower, early to bed. I am thinking this is GREAT!
Day #3 - REGRESS. He screams and cries and says he does not want to go. Then I tell him that his "special" for the day is the gym. He breaks down "it is so long from my classroom and I will get lost". I try to tell him to just stay with his group and he won't and to pay attention everytime they are outside the classroom to know his way around, etc. Then he throws this nugget out.... "last time I went to specials I got lost and went to the wrong classroom and no one knew where I belonged".... !!!!WHAT!!!! How is my child getting lost SEVERAL times in his first 2 days of kindergarten?! So even though we are running incredibly behind, I have no makeup on, Matthew has a complete blowout diaper and no shoes on, I stop and hold him and let him cry. I try to tell him he is so strong and brave and he is doing great and he should be proud of himself for being so independent, etc. etc. Nothing is working. I have to throw on his backpack and pull him out the door screaming (if you are tardy, it is considered an absent!). The whole walk to school he is dragging his feet and crying. As he standing his ground outside the cafeteria (parents are not allowed in the building) I tell him that if his class leaves without him then he has to find his way to his room by himself (which is totally true). I hated to scare him into going into school, but I had no good choices at the time.
I waited outside and tried to watch and Ms. Corrigan came to console him and he is crying really hard. I had to walk away but a couple of my friends stayed and peered in for me. He finally stopped crying, but they said he looked sad. :(. So, I am writing this on day #3 during nap and I CAN NOT WAIT TO GO PICK HIM UP!








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