Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The First Day of School

This morning started nicely. I woke up the boys at 7:30 a.m, and told them to have breakfast.

They came down, ate, dressed and were ready by 8:00.

It's A.R's second year in French Immersion school.  A new bus schedule left us wondering why there were no kids waiting outside; A.R looked at me concerned, and said maybe he missed it. I told him to wait a few more minutes. Soon enough, the bus stopped in front of our house and I waved bye to my son.

Oh, these first day jitters!

J.P goes to a different school that is five minutes away; as usual we walked to school.

He was excited to see his friends, and he immediately gave me his backpack, and ran into the school yard. It was crowded with new faces; parents, teachers and children. The last time I saw J.P was in the playground.

Moments later, the school bell rang. I scanned the yard but couldn't find him.

Where the heck did he go?

All the kids had lined up, and I still couldn't find my boy!

My heart was racing when I went inside the school to look for his classroom.

Luckily, J.P was there! Thank goodness!

But he was in tears.

"Why did you leave me? You didn't give me my backpack."

"I was looking all over for you. You were supposed to line up. I was so worried. Here now, don't cry."

I wiped his tears, and kissed him. I didn't want to leave him. Not now.

I can't believe it's the first day of school, and I'm a complete wreck.


  1. Oh my, what a nightmare! I literally have nightmare's about stuff like this. Just freaks me out!

  2. Oh, what a big day! Poor JP and poor JP's mommy!