Kindergarden is a Go

Max started off to kindergarden a week ago. He was a brave boy who got on the bus holding his big sisters hands, after collectin many hugs and kisses from his Mommy, Grandma and cousins. I smiled; no tears. He smiled; nervous excitement and confident in his sister to take him where he needed to go. 

The day went by and I waited. I was so excited to collect him off the bus. He collapsed into my arms and wanted to be carried home. He was exhausted and relieved. He didn't say it. But it was obvious he had been on for eight hours and was relieved to be back home. 

He relaxed at home and went to bed without a fuss. He had an okay day but felt he didn't make any friends the first week. 

The first week was hard, but he made it. The weekend was a relief to him, but he went back on Monday. Last night he was exhausted, but it is clear he's getting the hang of this. 

He's made a couple friends. he's leaned to spell two words - the and me. he's gotten the ritual down and is confident to ride the bus and go to class without Ellie. He has some enjoyment in music class. I'm proud of my little boy. He's also more cuddly when he's home. He needs his bed something fierce. He's so physical when he gets home. He needs his freedom. He needs to be a busy boy. He is adjusting in his own way. He is proving he is ready. 

I love my little boy.