In case you're needing to get to work or school and don't have time to read the rest of this post, the synopsis is that Mickey's first day of kindergarten was harder on me than it was on him. The whole family escorted him to his room where he dutifully took his place on the fun carpet with the other kids. Then we all just stared. Us at him, the other parents at their kids, him at the other kids, the other kids at him. Everyone just seemed to be waiting for some action to begin.
The only action, though, was me snapping photos. And after an awkward amount of time I finally decided to say goodbye, only when I approached Mickey and tried to call his name, I couldn't get the word out. Deep breath, deep breath, I'm thinking...please just look over here so I don't have to say anything. Finally I squeaked out something and he turned to me, which didn't help my state much.
But amidst the tears I gave him a hug and told him I loved him, and he gave me a really confused look...and then sat back down to await the action.
And then I beat it outta there with Pete and the ever-flitting-about Alex.
At the end of the day I tried not to badger him with too many questions because I could tell he was tired. On the way home he recounted a couple of details, and then, before we even got out of the parking lot: "...Mamma, when am I going golfing with Daddy?"
I'm thinking that's a sign of a multitasking brain, right?
Sorta looks like a mug shot, but I wasn't being picky. It looks dark outside because it was pouring down rain. Nice...
Pete said he was not nervous about Mickey's first day. But he's the one who put liquid Comet in the dishwasher that morning...
Ahhh, the new school supplies...seemed to be beckoning little hands to begin creating things.
It's as if they're saying: I'm a little unsure so I'm keeping to myself here. And waiting for some action...