Today was Davis’s first day of school (really daycare, but it makes his mama feel better to call it school). Originally, I told Tracy he would have to take Davis because I didn’t think I could do it. At the last minute I decided that I wanted both of us to go. I didn’t want to miss the first day.
We arrived during snack time…some sugar-laden generic version of Apple Jacks and juice. Davis had already eaten a hearty breakfast of eggs and whole grain pancakes so I knew he wouldn’t eat too much of this snack that I would never have in our house. He sat down at the table with the other 2 year olds and drank juice from a plastic cup just like a big boy. After a few minutes, Tracy and I decided to go. He didn’t even notice. He was observing all the new faces surrounding him.
At lunchtime, I went back to pick Davis up. He had just finished eating pizza and was getting ready to go back to the classroom. His teachers said he was great, didn’t cry at all, just took it all in. We walked into the hallway and stopped at the water fountain. Just when Davis had finished with his sip of water, his classmates filed by in a line. Well, Davis hopped down and fell right into line and headed back to his classroom. I grabbed his hand, reminded him I was there, and that we were going home. Once again he told everyone good-bye.
We stopped outside long enough to talk about the yard art – the ladybug, pelican, and gnome (Davis thinks the gnome is Santa) before hopping into the car and heading home.
I am still a little sad that Davis is going to daycare. I’d rather he stay home with his mama all day. But, I am thankful that he loved his first day. I know he will learn a lot and make new friends. A new adventure begins…