Kindergarten Here I Come

Picture this. 12 hours before I have to take Josh to his first day as a big kindergartener. He strolls down the hallway and spots his school clothes on the couch. He picks them up shoes and all, growls (yes really -- we are quite used to it), and throws them accross the living room while proclaiming, "I don't want to wear a uniform!". This would be the same child that wore his school shoes all day and told Brittany how much he loves them.

Transitions aren't easy for Josh. I've prepared as well as I can. I'm really glad Jeff was outside when this happened so I could handle this the way I knew was best, not the way Jeff would've. I softly explained, "I'm sorry you don't want to, but you have to. That is the rule." I said nothing about what he did. I know Jeff would've wanted to correct him for throwing his things. Honestly it was just Josh's way of releasing the stress and nervousness of what tomorrow brings. I know this. It's just the way Josh is. Until I had Josh I would've seen his actions as a "brat child that needs a parent to keep him in line". Now I know that his actions aren't bratty at all really. He's just overly sensitive. He experiences things on much greater levels of emotion than I think I'm even capable of. So, I let the time pass and he moved on.

Jeff bathed him and put him to bed. At his request I came and layed with him. I alternated rubbing his back and craddling him so I could rock him in bed. We talked about what things the morning would bring. We even talked about wearing the uniform --- and he asked if he could sleep in it LOL! Oh how things change ...