You know, I didn't write about Bubba's first day of school. I was in the middle of my funk and I didn't feel like writing and I didn't want to just post any old thing. But now I'm feeling like I'm back in the groove a little bit.
Bubba started kindergarten way back on August 7th. That still seems like summer to me, Georgia Superintendent of Schools, but whatever. I was nervous about his first day because he was going to a new school where he didn't know anybody. Not a single soul. I didn't think he was nervous about it and of course I didn't say anything about it because I didn't want to give him any ideas, you know?
A couple of nights before school started, as I was putting him to bed, I asked him if he was excited about school.
"Yes, but mommy? What if I don't have any friends? What if there are mean kids?"
"Well, Bubba, I bet you'll make a ton of friends on your first day. You've always been really good about making friends. And what do you do about mean kids at camp?"
"I just stay away from them."
"Well, I think that's an excellent plan and you can just do the same thing in kindergarten. And you know what, Bubba? I bet on the first day, everybody's going to be nervous, everybody's going to be wondering 'what if I don't have any friends' or 'what if there's mean kids'. "
If I'm being honest, too, I was afraid he was going to hate school. I had no reason to think he would, but what if he got a bad teacher, someone who didn't like him. Or someone who had no idea what she was doing? I have a cousin who ended up dropping out of school and doing time in prison and his family blames his kindergarten teacher for making him hate school. I mean, I know there are obviously some other issues there, but I just didn't want Bubba to get off on the wrong foot.
Fortunately, we got a great teacher who loves Bubba. And Bubba is thriving. And is loving school. And is learning to READ, a fact that makes me so happy and is only topped by the fact that Bubba is even more excited than I am. A boy after my own heart.
6 years ago