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.
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