B Goes to Kindergarten

Brennan was ready to go to kindergarten. I think he may have even been counting down the days until he could jump onto that big yellow bus, finally able to keep up with the path set by his big brother.

Brennan turned a little hesitant as the bus came round the corner, but when it stopped in front of our driveway, he was ready. Without a so much as a glance, it was time to go to kindergarten.

I had to call his name several times to get him to turn around for a quick picture. And while, yes, I wanted that picture, I also just needed to see his sweet smile before he drove off on that bus.




He did great. I, on the other hand, have had a much more difficult time with this transition. I thought it would be easier the second time around. I had convinced myself that surely, it had to be less of an emotional upheaval. But it isn't. Letting go is never easy.

Brennan returned from school on his first day bursting with stories of his classroom, his new friends and his teachers. We talked most of the late afternoon, in between swim practice and playing outside, about his day. He saved his last story for bedtime.

After I had tucked him into bed, he took a deep breath and told me the teacher had given each of the children in his class a heart sticker to wear for their first day. While they were on the playground after lunch, one of the little girls in Brennan's class lost her heart sticker.

"She was sad Momma so I helped her look for it," He said with a shy smile. "I looked everywhere, but we couldn't find it. She was so sad that when we went in the classroom and she didn't have her sticker, she started to cry. She kept crying and crying and so I gave her my sticker. Then she stopped crying because she felt better."

My heart melted as I watched Brennan take another deep breath full of pride over his story from his day. I told him I could not have been prouder of him. I hugged him to death, kissed him to pieces and just about ate him up with love as my heart burst for my sweet boy. My sweet, kindergartner of a boy.

Kindergarten is lucky to have him.