Braden, my grandson, officially began preschool this week. As a four-year-old big brother to Brooke and Emma, he’s the trailblazer, the new scholar in the house. Reading my daughter’s blog about the first week, especially the first day, has brought so many memories to mind. I well recall his mother’s first few days of kindergarten, especially the day when her principal informed me that my daughter couldn’t get through life on a pretty smile! Annoyed at her audacity, I remained calm and smiled sweetly. That pretty smile has opened a lot of doors and warmed many hearts. But I digress.
Twenty-seven years later, Carrie’s oldest began preschool on Monday, and I think his parents’ preparation is paying off. I’m copying and pasting the first day events from Carrie’s blog to this one. Enjoy.
“Today was definitely one of adventure; I am not even sure where to start. I guess I will just start from the beginning, Braden’s first day of preschool. Braden woke all of us up at 6:30 this morning exclaiming it was “school day.” Within an hour, he had eaten breakfast, gotten dressed, brushed his teeth, put on his backpack, and was ready to walk out of the door. Of course, not all of the family was ready, so he then went around the house telling all of us to hurry up (he also told me what he thought I should wear). Rich had arranged to go in late to work, so he could be there to take Braden on his first day; he didn’t tell the rest of the family until this morning though, so it was a nice surprise! We of course also had to take pictures on the first day; Braden made sure that Emma was included in the action. We then all loaded up into the van and headed to his school. Braden did a great job this morning; I wondered if he would be clingy or not, but I guess all the preparation work we had done worked. After getting him settled and helping him go through the morning routine: find your spot with your name, put it on the dog, give your folder to the teacher, hang up your backpack, and pick a center, we each hugged and kissed him and left as he played in the center of his choice, home living (they called it housekeeping when I grew up).
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