As the first morning of 1st grade dawned, I couldn’t help but think back to last year at this time and the marked differences I saw throughout the morning.
On Jude’s first day of kindergarten, even with my alarm set for 5:30am, I barely beat him up. He was standing there, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, right outside the bathroom door as I emerged from the shower.
This morning as I bustled around the house getting dressed and packing his lunch, I kept expecting to see him wandering out of his bedroom, but there was no sign of him. Finally at five after seven I went into his room and gentle nudged him awake.
The crowd that gathered to celebrate the first day of school, was double the size of last year. Grandparents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends poured out of every doorway and filled the small classrooms.