Less than 24-hours to Kindergarten!

The Open House is upon us tonight. I'm trying to take it all in, one step at a time. My firstborn will be sitting at his desk tomorrow morning in his Kindergarten class with 16 other kids - no wait. Less than that since the first day will just be the BOYS of the class! The second day of school they have the girls of Kindergarten, then finally on the third day of school our beloved Kindergarteners will be combined!

So I cheated . . . . my sister teaches music at the school where my son is attending and I BEGGED her to let us see his classroom before all of the other moms and dads get there on Open House night. Come on . . . let me use my family while I have the chance . . . and besides, Open House only lasts 1 hour!!! And my husband can barely make it there in time with his work schedule. That's a complaint I have with the school (not my husband's schedule, but their lousy 1-hour open house), but hey, I'm still in kleenex mode right now. But we have not met the beloved teacher . . . so that is tonight's agenda!! My sister has already warned me not to discuss the history of my son with the teacher, like some parents do. OK, she didn't tell ME not to do it, she just said that there are parents that do this, so I took note.

Wow, I don't even know how to put words to how I feel. I'm some kind of nostalgic mess with a dab of excitement for my son's future. He keeps asking me questions about what school will be like. Once he got word about what a principal is, he got a big worried look on his face . . . . and his latest concern is that he will end up in the principal's office. WOW. He is my son . . . . the worrier. Even after I explained that as long as he's a good boy he won't be in the principal's office, he is still concerned about it. I think he's afraid that he'll accidentally do something wrong. But then again, I watch him with his 2 year old brother . . . . there are accidents . . . and then there are "accidents". uh, huh.