School has started. There are some parents out there who are still doing a little dance. Not my sister. Her son started first grade Monday and neither mother nor aunt is handling it very well.
I am sure that in time he will recover from the embarrassment and shock caused by his mother holding on to the back bumper of the school bus screaming, “Don’t take my baby!”
On his first day, I took off from the newspaper long enough to see him off to school. When I arrived he was in line at the bus stop. Along with his mother, I had hopes of taking him to school. Neither of us got to take him, which didn’t bother him at all but nearly killed us.
Since neither of us actually got to take him, we hurried down to the school just to watch. We wanted to see him. We parked across from the school, watched him get off the bus, and go into the building.
Both his mother and I were able to walk into his first grade room. I was not prepared for what I saw. In kindergarten last year, he sat at a big table with the other students. He looks so tiny now behind the big desk of his own.
I saw my sisters knees get weak and the room must have gotten fuzzy when she saw him sit down at his own desk. He looked so much older and more mature than the little guy she laid out clothes for that morning.
He immediately started talking to old friends he hadn’t seen all summer. My sister stood there a little dazed. Her son did not even know she was in the room. Odds are she wanted to go over and hug him. I myself wanted to go comb his hair once again.
But instead, she walked over to him and whispered something like “Mommy has to go.” His response must have come as a blow, “Yeah, sure. Bye.”
She pulled herself together and walked in front of me out the door. I gave her a hug in the hallway. I thought she could use a little encouragement.
I stopped by their house on my way home from work. I wanted to be there when he got off the bus in the afternoon. We stayed on the porch when he got off the bus. I will admit that I had my camera. I didn’t care if it embarrassed him or not. When he is married with children of his own, he might appreciate the picture. I jumped off the porch and snapped a quick photo.
He spotted me, ran up the walk and gave me a hug. Life is good in Indiana.