We are now starting the first full week of school, and so far so good. The day before it began Ryan had a hard time falling asleep because his eyes just didn't want to stay shut. He asked me over and over again how he would know when it was time to get off the bus. When I answered that when he got to his school the bus driver would tell him, he just wasn't satisfied. Of all the things I thought would make him nervous, this wasn't even on my radar. We had open house so he got to meet his teacher and see where he sat and where to put his stuff. He got to meet the lunch lady and see where the bathroom is located. That really seemed to calm him down.
The big morning came and Dave went into work late to see him get on the bus. We all waited down at the corner and the bus came. He hopped right on and waved to us from the window. No muss, no fuss. Just hopped right on. Most of me was really glad it went that way. I didn't have to worry that he was upset and alone for the first time ever. A tiny part of me was really sad because I realized that this was the last time one of my kids would be starting school for the first time. My boy is growing up.
I wasn't as ready as I thought I was.