I thought I would be sad or upset dropping Mikey off on his first day of first grade, but he was so beside himself with joy that I couldn’t help but catch his fever.
“The red shirt, mom. Remember I told you? Red is one of my four favorite colors and I want to wear red and make it a great day.”
“I finally get to wear my shoes! Mom, I am going to be so fast and kick the ball super far.”
“Mom, you what the best thing about first grade is? I get to play with the second graders. No more pre-K kids for me.”
The little rascal was even willing–no, thrilled–to pose for pictures. I didn’t once have to make a weird face or noise to make him laugh. He insisted that we take the picture in front of the flag because it would look great with his red shirt and blue shorts. Oh my.
Nicholas wasn’t as happy. He had to wake up early, and then we forced him to brush his teeth and get dressed. (The nerve.) He cried while doing both. Then he cried when he washed his hands because it made his hands wet. He just didn’t see that coming. (?)
Another thing he didn’t see coming: Mikey leaving him for the first time in three months. He didn’t take it very well. Mikey tried to cheer him up with two big hugs and promised him that he would be home soon. Later, when the official grab your bags and march into class moment came, Nico started crying. I didn’t ask Mikey to say goodbye to his little brother, and I certainly didn’t expect him to get out of line and run over to comfort him, but he did. Another series of hugs, a pat on the cheek, and some sweet words for the boy who now wears his hair spikey because that’s what his big brother does. I was proud. Nico wasn’t buying it.
But then he saw that there was a coffee and donut table for the parents. That softened the blow.
Until he spotting Mikey’s booster. “The booster, mama. It’s so empty.”
He’s right, unfortunately.