My cute Jakob started school on Monday. When I woke him up in the morning he had a big old grin on his face. He was so excited! He had picked out his clothes the night before in his head. But instead of wearing his new Transformers shirt like he said he wanted to, he changed his mind and wore an old ragged shirt that is stained and too small for him. Good times. But hey, he was happy, so whatever. (Incidentally, he hasn't worn a new shirt all week. *sigh*)
He also wore a jacket that's too small for him. But he wore his new shoes, of which he was so proud.
Arin and I took our now traditional first day of school picture by my really happy healthy dogwood bush:
They caught the bus, and off he went! When he got home he didn't seem very happy. I asked how his day went, and he said, "BAD. I couldn't find the right bus to come home on." (But hey, he found the right bus eventually, unlike last year.)
But I think other than that it went well, with as little information as I can get out of him. Our typical conversation: Me: Jake, how was school? Jakob: Good. Me: What did you learn about today? Jakob: Nothing. Me: Really? So you just sat there and didn't talk about anything? Jakob: (eye roll) Mo-om, I just went to school, ok-ay?
Then on Tuesday I asked him if he wanted me to wait outside with him for the bus, and he said yes. But while we were waiting, and talking, I said, "Jakob, I want a hug." And he goes, "Mom, not right now. There's a car coming, and they'll see." WELL, then.
I guess I kind of hoped that we wouldn't hit this phase yet-you know, the "my parents are such nerds, and don't touch me because it will be so embarrassing" phase. I knew it was coming, I just wanted it to come when he's 15-ish, not 6. I guess it's part of him growing up, and I have to let him. I just know I'll miss cuddling with him in the morning when he would come in to wake me up. And I'll miss being able to hold him and kiss him and hug him any time, or pull him onto my lap. But even though he's getting bigger and older and smarter and becoming too cool for me, I hope that deep inside he'll always know that I love him. And I hope that our relationship can change from the cuddly little boy phase to the kindred spirits/friends phase. Oh, how I hope.
Because I want this kid to be one of my friends forever.