Yesterday Evan went to school for the first time. He actually coordinated his outfit with a blue football shirt and a blue shorts. I made him wear tennis shoes, instead of the boots, which need to be retired soon. He carried his new Transformers backpack on his back.
Sean couldn’t go on without his own backpack, so he had a small Kung Fu Panda backpack. He walked next to Evan.
Even with The Husband in tow, we arrived early, and I snapped pictures.
The children lined up to enter the room. Evan found himself in the middle of the line. One by one the kids entered the class as the teacher greeted them by name. Evan allowed two kids to have cuts as he came near the door. He stopped at the door.
Teacher: Hi, Evan. How are you?
Evan: I’m a little scared.
My eyes welled with tears, which I kept in check because I knew if I cried Sean would too.
Teacher: That’s ok. Everything will be just fine. Come on in.
Evan took his first steps in without looking back. The teacher’s assistant helped him off with his backpack and sent him to play.
I stood there not knowing when to leave or what to do now. But a couple of minutes went by, and I didn’t hear a cry for Evan. I called Sean, and we went home. My first child is in pre-kindergarten.