Zach started Kindergarten last week.  He was fabulous.  I was a basketcase of emotions, but my kid took it in stride.

He looked nervous for all of 2 seconds when he first saw the chaos of the playground.  Then he saw a friend, dropped his backpack and took off running and laughing.  When the bell rang, all the kids ran toward the school and Zach grabbed his backpack and followed the stream of kids just like he knew where to go.  We walked him to his classroom, and without any drama and just like he had been doing it for years, he hung up his backpack

and then sat in the chair where his nametag was.  He didn’t even say good-bye.  After an awkward moment, with all the kids in their chairs and all the parents standing there, the teacher shooed us out of the door.  We left, Arlo holding onto our hands, and me holding back tears.

I picked Zach up a few hours later.  They released each kid, one at a time to their parents.  When Zach saw me, his entire face lit up and he raced into my arms for a big hug.  ”How was is Zach? Did you have a great day?”

“Yeah Mom!  I had a gingerbread bear cookie!”

Because it is, in the end, all about the treats…

Zach’s first K art project


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