First Grade, The Real Tearjerker?
First Grade.
Maybe I’m the only one here but I feel more emotional over my daughter starting the first grade than I was about Kindergarten. It’s possible that I could simply be grieving the end of summer: the movie nights, the slow Friday mornings, the days spent in the sun with my littles creating little tan lines and memories. For some reason I just can’t seem to shake the feeling that the coming of this school year marks an unrecognized milestone. Kindergarten was such a big deal, first day of “big school,” first time riding the school bus, first time shopping for school supplies and lunch boxes. The first time she tried on her little uniform where I shed a few tears in Target at the sight of her little legs in a three button polo and a khaki skort. This year though, this is the end of “firsts.” She’s looking forward to shopping for school supplies because now she knows what to expect. She will probably be the one to guide me through the hallway to her new teacher’s classroom at orientation.
No one really makes a big deal out of first grade because kindergarten is the milestone – and that’s what I feel. The absence of the “big deal,” the casualness of going back to school … that she already knows what to expect and she’s such a big girl about it. It’s then when I really see the change that Kindergarten brought my little girl. She’s no longer going to have a little nap mat with her blanket and a stuffy for nap time. The idea of a midday nap is a distant memory for good. She will greet her bus driver and lunch ladies by name now, like a little person (as my grandfather always called it). This year she will take real quizzes and be graded with real grades. As Kindergarteners, the teachers see them as the “babies” of the school and now they are expected to know the rules, the routines, and the location of the water fountains.