09/02/2005: "First Day"

:satisfied:

Well, that's done then.

I managed to make it through without crying, even when, right at the gate to the schoolyard, The Captain slowed right down, staring at all the children, and said in a very small voice, "I'm scared".

"I know," I said, "and that's okay."

He held tightly to my hand, weighing the pros and cons of this new part of his life, and was very, very quiet.

Then his teacher came over, and she remembered his name, which is freaking amazing (having it emblazoned in big letters on his bookbag probably helped), and the first thing he did was to try to open his bag to give her the cheque I had sent with him ("first thing when you get to school," I said, "make sure you give Mrs. Holman this money."). What a sweetie. She took him under her arm, introduced him to another girl, and away they went into the school.

I keep telling myself, 'it's not so different from daycare; what's the big 'porblem' here?'.

But it is. It is.

"Last Day..."       "Wheezing cough of impending death"

6 Comments

schmutzie , on Friday, 2nd September:

Okay, that's it, I'm officially getting old, because that totally made me tear up.

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cenobyte , on Friday, 2nd September:

Try being the one standing on the other side of the schoolyard fence, watching your baby boy go off to school.

[sigh]

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Black Pope Marlon IV , on Friday, 2nd September:

Y'know, it doesn't seem that long ago that people were stopping by your house to clean the litter box because the Capt. was scheduled to arrive...

Great.. now I feel old. And sentimental. And all that other warm and fuzzy stuff.

This - this is all *your* fault!

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cenobyte , on Friday, 2nd September:

Yeeeah, you know, I'd say I'm sorry, but a) I'm not. At all. and b) You don't write, you don't call, we never see you anymore...

...oh wait, no, that isn't it...

Right. Here it is. You *are* old. And fuzzy. And, presumably because of the latter, warm. That's genetics. And that, my dear, is most certainly *not* my fault.

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Suz , on Monday, 5th September:

Way to go. You made me cry.

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cenobyte , on Tuesday, 6th September:

Yeah, well, if it's any consolation, I made *me* cry, too.

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