First off, I realize that it has only been one day.
One day of dropping off my son for his first day of 1st grade.
One day of crying in the Walmart parking lot because my son is in 1st grade.
One day of having my son away at school ALL day.
One day of keeping my daughter entertained while her big brother is at school.
One day of looking forward to hearing how great his day was and all the friends he made.
One day of seeing my son’s face when I picked him up and having him almost break into tears.
When we decided to put my son in public school this year we anticipated there to be a smooth transition. Our son is very sociable. I often joke that he can make friends with a paper sack. I completely anticipated going to pick him up and having him ask me if his new friend could come over. You can see why I was so surprised when he told me how terrible his day was. I listened to him tell me one instance after another, with each story my heart sunk deeper. I admit that at first I took what he said with a grain of salt, but as he told me one story of a child blaming him for something he didn’t do then telling the teach to get him in trouble, I watched as he got choked up and ended the story by saying, “Mom, I’m the only nice kid. Why is everyone mean?” There is no way he would get worked up like this if there was any chance he was guilty of doing what the other child had accused him of.
He spent an hour and a half just sitting on the couch not wanting to do anything when we got home. Luckily, his little sister was able to get him out of his funk and his evening was much better.
It hurts when your child is in pain. Physically hurts. I know that I can’t protect him from all the jerks in the world, I just never thought we would be faced with so many of them in 1st grade. Although, I did email his teacher just to let her know that he might be having a hard time with the transition from private to public school, I wanted to focus more on giving him the tools to handle these circumstances.
Before bed we talked about how we can make tomorrow a better day.
We talked about the importance of treating others the way we want to be treated and how even more important it is to continue to treat them that way even when they choose not to.
Tomorrow is a new day and as I hang the closed sign on today, all I can do is pray and ask God to help my son stay true to himself and place those kids that can recognize what a fantastic friend he can be.