So, the first day of kindergarten happened, and we survived. Henry and Eleanor LOVED it! I only cried once!
They got up this morning, got dressed in their new back-to-school outfits, gamely went along with Mom’s insistence of “just one more photo.”
They rocked out to the White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army in the van (Henry on air guitar, Eleanor and Mom on air drums), and then breezed right into school like rock stars.
As she settled into the classroom, Eleanor turned to smile and wave at me. My heart jumped into my throat and I *almost* lost it. But I held it together, thankfully sparing myself from being known at school as That Weird Mom Who Started Bawling and Yelling MY BAAAAYBBBEEEEEES.
I came home and allowed myself a few tears, because, well, KINDERGARTEN, but also celebrated the return of Time To Myself by blasting Kanye on the drive back to school.
Henry proclaimed that kindergarten was “fantastic,” and that he wants to be a teacher when he grows up. When Eleanor got mad at him interrupting her kindergarten stories, he told her, “I’m just too excited.” He proudly showed off his stamped name art and said he loved playing Star Wars with his friends.
Eleanor proclaimed that kindergarten was “great,” and excitedly told me that “there was a paper with our name on it, and we wrote over it, and then you know what we put on it? GLUE! and then you know what we put on it? BEANS! Like, the beans you don’t cook.” She loved playing dress-up princesses and wearing a headpiece with ribbons all around it.
To say they liked it is an understatement. To say I’m proud of them is an understatement, too.