The moment of my son’s dreams finally arrived yesterday: pre-school orientation.
I even got to stay and watch for awhile – a HoverParent’s dream come true! We had to sit on the sidelines so as not to interfere, but that didn’t prevent me and my friend V from feverishly snapping paparazzi style photos. V was actually bold enough to cross the line of demarcation and take some close-ups of her daughter while the teachers’ backs were turned, but I restrained myself and stayed put in my pint sized pre-school issue chair.
There was only one minor incident when, after another student occupied the seat he’d been sitting in, Jonas tried to bulldoze her out and then resorted to sitting in her lap. Thankfully, I was able to shoot daggers at him with my eyes from my perch in the Parent Zone, and certain disaster and/or a potential sexual harrassment lawsuit was averted.
Today was his first day flying solo and went swimmingly. By all accounts, my little son was cheerful, cooperative, and in control of his bodily functions, although he is quickly making a name for himself as the class clown and had to be reigned in a few times for disrespectin’ the geometric form work.
I think he’ll be OK.
