Monday, August 28, 2006

'Was this the little girl(s) I carried?'

It’s done…

The Peanut Butter & The Jelly have officially started their first day of school… book-bags and all.

Were there tears?

Yes...

... and no.

No tears from them...

Me? Well, sort of (trying to maintain my ‘masculine’ image here... give me some slack...)

Honey Mustard? Yes... though that could have had more to do with the fact that they didn’t cry when we dropped them off at their respective rooms, essentially telling us (in my wife’s eyes anyway) that they don’t need us anymore. “Mom? Dad? Who’s that? I don’t have time for them now, I’ve got paste to eat…” (Note: My kids have never eaten paste… at least not yet… but give ‘em time, I’m sure they will now that they are surrounded by kids that do/may)

Sigh...

Am I making too much of this?

I know, in reality, that it’s a good thing that they are starting school... but... damn, it sure did go by fast. It seems like only yesterday that they were born... and only yesterday that they started to walk... and only yesterday that they started to talk...

Now they’re in a pre-school program for five mornings a week... next year is Kindergarten... then first grade...

Son of a bit**...

It only goes downhill from here, right? Next thing I’ll know they’ll be freshmen in high school (like my oldest nephew who was 2 years old when HoMu and I started dating; now he’s a freshman), then college, then marriage, then kids, and then... and then... breathe... breathe... in with the good air, out with the bad... aaaaahhhhhhh...

It's only just begun...

(Note: Granted, their first day of school did allow me to take my mind off more pressing things in the world (hurricanes, IranIraqNorthKorea, politics… and my fantasy football draft on Wednesday night – you guys are going down!!! –

5 comments:

Becky said...

No, you're not making too much of it. It IS a big deal. One of mine starts preschool next week.

samantha Jo Campen said...

I was always a nervous and anxious kid. So, the first day of school was always A Big Deal. My mom would worry about me all day, wondering "Is she upset right now? Does she miss me too much?" or "I wonder if she has someone to sit with at lunch. Will she get picked for a team in gym?" etc. She would literally wear herself out while I was in class worrying about me. Then. Then! I'd come home, pleased as punch that my day was so fabulous and I have all these great friends and my teachers are so great and no I didn't miss her at all blah blah blah.

My mom said that she'd be a little pissed. Not to my face, but pissed deep inside.

So no, you're both normal:-)

SaraPMcC said...

So the girls are in different classrooms? When my sister and I started kindergarten (our first school experience), my mom had us put in separate classes. After that, we were in the same classes from first through seventh grades (due to our reading levels and so on). I'm always interested in how other parents plan that for their kids.

So? Did they like their first day?

Gidge said...

Mine desperately wants to go to school.
It will kill me.

Amy said...

Wow, what a milestone. Every year I watch as teary-eyed parents bring their "babies" in for the first day of kindergarten, but this year it had more significance for me.

I am curious about the different classes, too. Is that a policy at their school, happenstance, or parental choice? At our school, we always give the parents the choice, but I know some schools don't allow it. Just curious.