Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life


Tuesday, August 30, 2005

First Day of School

Today was Jared's first day of school. To say he was excited would be like saying that the ocean has been known to be somewhat damp. After a slow start waking up, he was nothing if not raring to go. Once he was dressed, he was hanging out at the backdoor, waiting for Auntie Gemma to show up so we could leave.

Finally, she did, and we were off. He got in the car and didn't waste time on any of the games he sometimes plays with the seat belts and such. It only took us a few minutes to get there and we actually found parking easily. I let him out and we spotted Nana parked nearby. Since I had to go to work, Nana was going to stay with him for the first day.

I took a couple pictures outside and we followed another parent and child in. I had met most of the other parents at a meeting a week or so ago, so I recognized her. In the lobby was another parent, the husband of a teacher Rachel has worked with. We all headed down the hall to the classroom. Unfortunately, they weren't quite ready for us, so we lined up outside.

Because this is the first time most of the kids will have been in a school setting without their parents, the teacher likes to have the kids come in one-by-one on the first day so the kid has time to get used to the situation without other kids crowding around. It's a good idea, I think. Anyway, Jared got his name tag (a sticker!) and bolted into the room to draw.

I convinced him to visit the plumbing first, which he did most productively. He seemed a little scared to flush the toilet, though; it was a commercial style mechanism and I think he was unsure about it. The sinks were actually at his level -- something he's definitely not used to (our main bathroom sink is a vessel type on a higher than average counter.)

After the bathroom break, he was back to his drawing and barely noticed when I left. I haven't heard how he did overall, but I'm willing to bet he did pretty well.

When I stepped outside at lunchtime, I must admit feeling a fair bit of sadness about the whole matter. Not so much because of the whole "my baby's growing up!" euphemism (for "I'm getting old!", of course), but because I couldn't be there with him and in fact am missing out on 5/7 of his (and Sara's) days. I'd really rather stay and play and learn with them and I feel like I'm missing out on an awful lot.

Tomorrow, however, I'll be in class with him, and once a month (at least) I'll be there as the snack dad.



Journal Description

My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.

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