This morning we dropped Sam off for his first day of Kindergarten. Actually, I shouldn't say that we dropped him off, it was more like we were dropped as Sam ran into his classroom, announced himself with a "Hello, Mrs. Flatley," and immediately went to work surrounded by new friends and experiences. Joy and I went down to the "cry coffee" hosted by the PTA and tried to distract ourselves from the momentousness of the occasion. It didn't work.
Sam will flourish in Kindergarten - he has a wonderful teacher, a school that works to build community, and an unquenchable thirst for learning. Our hope is that he's able to drink his fill and then come home every day to share with us. That's he's allowed to follow his creativity while acquiring the discipline to shape it. And that we can let him go while giving him a safe place to which he can always return.
