A Bowlful of Cherries

Celebrating Matty and Noah

Matty’s first day adventure.

So I did cry, but we all knew that would happen.

I remember waking up, going into the kitchen to get coffee and just bawling like a huge baby.
Then I was all nervous and jumpy as I got dressed, and got Matty all ready for his big day.
Thank GOD Mike was there to like, basically do everything. I was such a mess.

But we grabbed his backpack, told him where we were going and jumped in the car.
I vetoed the school bus idea at this point. But I did go down and meet the driver and aide that would be picking Matty up. You know, should I unclench and let him actually get on the thing. The driver is Elizabeth and the aide is Dorothy. Or was it Doris? Or Dolores? Mulva? Crap.
Anyway, they were nice and I’m sure they’ve seen in a million times before, “weepy- momma-not-letting-the-boy-take-the-fun-bus-to-school”.

We dropped him off in his classroom, with his teacher, the very awesome, Ms. Sarah Pavitt. We said our goodbyes and I speed-walked out of the school. I was really worried that I would frighten the other children with my tears and moaning.

Mike stopped me just outside (after he caught up with me) and soothed me and comforted me and God bless him, he did not call me a giant baby. (Though I really felt like one.)

Sarah said that she would call me at about noon to let me know how things were going. So great, it was now 9am, I would have 3 hours of whimpering and heartaches. I couldn’t go home though, I didn’t want to be surrounded by the chicken’s things. (God, you’d think we sent him away forever!) I directed Mike to our local bagel shop and we sat at the tables outside and people watched while nibbling on our bagels and oj. An hour later we were chilly and decided to get going. So now what? How about going to the Salvy to look around and maybe get some new books? So we did. As we’re parking the car, my phone is ringing. It’s 10:30. My heart drops. Mike says, “Don’t worry, it’s probably your dad”. I look. 703 area code. Shit. “Hello?” It’s Sarah. “Everything is great! He’s doing great!” GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

So I was okay.
He was okay.
We were okay.
We were good.

Mike and I spent some time and money at the thrift store, went home, I napped for a few minutes (talk about bliss), then it was time to retrieve our long-lost son.

I made myself wait until exactly 1:45 to head into the classroom.

He had his little backpack on and was quite perplexed when he saw us. Like he had a second of “OH, YEAH, HEY! You guys!” Then smiles and cuddles and it was very sweet.

Sarah told us about his day and it was all so cute and I was just happy to be able to smell his hair again.

This school thing?
I think it’s going to be good.

He’s so little!


I mean, just look at him:


Going down the hallway towards his classroom:


And when we picked him up?
And of course, hands in the air!



Written by Donna

15 Sep 2006 at 813pm

Posted in Misc.

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