It happened. We got up, ate breakfast and went to the bus stop. Misha got on the bus and went to school.
Easy, right? Oh, man. It wasn’t easy. For me. Misha was fine, he was so excited, he’s been waiting for this all summer. He had his new backpack, with a new lunch bag inside it. He didn’t even look back walking up the stairs on that bus.
I was so proud of him. But my heart broke a little. He will be fine, without me. He doesn’t really need me to hold his hand.
One of the neighbors gave me a hug. I must’ve looked like I needed it. It was nice to know that she’s done this bus thing before, and she survived.
First day went good. Misha made a friend, a boy who likes Power Rangers. Perfect! “Can you believe we get pizza for lunch on some days, Mom?!”
It’s bittersweet, this school thing.
Oh man, FIRST GRADE… *sob!*
I am proud of you… I am sure you did awesome!
I wouldn’t say “awesome”, there were some tears, but I survived.
Now, if i could only get out of him what he does there all day. All I get is “good”.