Airwick156

My neighbor is a single mom of 2 kids. A little boy that is 5 and a little girl that is 1 1/2 years old.
Her little boy Hayden starts Kindergarten tomorrow morning at 8:30 am Pacific Time.
He is so excited that the past 2 weeks, his mommy has told him that he has to go to bed at 8:00 pm and not fight and argue that he doesnt want to go to bed because he has to get into a bedtime routine for going to school.
He is so excited about going to school (we happen to live directly across the street from the schools playground and the same side of the building that the kindergarten class is on).
Anyways for the past 3 or 4 days, this tiny little 5 year old boy has been taking his little backpack that is almost bigger then he is, and takes all his stuff out of it, puts it all back in the backpack. He says hes just making sure he has everything he needs for school because he doesn't want his teacher to have to call his mommy. :) Children are so precious.
He has been learning how to write his name for about the past month hes doing a good job for the most part, but he really doesn't know how to hold the pencil correctly and his mom has been trying to teach him but it just doesn't seem to be connecting for him.
Anyways, about 7:30 tonight, Hayden and his mommy came over to my house to give me and my husband a big hug and to tell us hes all ready for school in the morning and that he will be a good boy and that he had to go home and go to bed because he is going to be tired when he comes home at 11:30 in the morning. (kindergarten here is only 3 hours). Bless his little heart. children are so precious and a gift from God. As he was visiting us, I started thinking about when my oldest daughter started kindergarten 30 years ago. The years have flown by that is for sure, but I am sure that the feelings that Hayden's mommy is having tonight and will have tomorrow morning is probably the same type of feelings that I felt and all of you mothers had felt.

BETTY62

Although my son had stayed in at nursery school for several years, he was so happy and excited about going to big school, however, I cried when I left him.

NancyG

I still remember my kids 1st day of kindergarten. It's hard to let them grow up. The kids were so excited. I was the one in tears! And now it is my "grandson" that is in kindergarten. Oh, how the years go by!

Airwick156

I remember crying when I left mine too. I think it is just a natural thing as kindergarten means the beginning of their independance and mommy's just are not ready for that. We want them to stay small forever. :)

bearisgray

I hope he has a good start -

It is so important to get off on the right foot.

Jim's Gem

How precious!!!!
I remember taking my oldest to Kindergarten 24 years ago. We were really close to the school and I walked with her and her two sisters (3 and 2 mos) and introduced myself to the teacher. I think I cried when I got home.
I also remember taking my son, my 4th child, 17 years ago and wanting to party!!!!
They loved school at that age. Not so much as they (especially him) as they got older.

soniboo

Guess by the time you do the fourth one you deserve to party! :lol:

Hopefully little Hayden will continue to be excited, I think that's so sweet.

Gramof6

AWWWWW He sounds like a dear little one! Well I think most are. Hope he has a wonderful first day! I remember my last one going to kindergarden also. He & I both cried for the first week. He was such a Mommy's boy. lol We survived and I know all Mom's do, but it doesn't make it any easier.

irishrose

My first one had to go with neighbor children. I was bed bound with a problem pregnancy. The next three were pretty normal, but no tears, then the last asked me not to walk him to school - he knew the way. We compromised - I followed a block behind and met him there.

What a darling child. It's refreshing to hear of a caring one.

wolfkitty

When my (only child) son went to kindergarten the first day, he confidently got out of the car, said good-bye, and walked of to the school building. No tears, no look back, nothing. I was very proud of him, but I was crushed at the same time. I was glad he was strong enough to go ahead on his own, but I had hoped he would at least turn around and wave good-bye or something.