I snapped this picture of Kainoa on his first day of school.
He had been caught up with the back to school excitement leading up, but it was like the moment he sat down in that desk, it hit him.
He knew what this meant.
Nine months of waking up early, sitting still in class, following directions and filling in worksheets.
I wish I could say things improved for my boy, but…
It’s been a tough year.
Partly because he’s that energetic boy who wants to have a good time and really isn’t interested in filling in worksheets all day. And partly because he does not feel liked by his teacher. I know this because I picked up on her coolness toward him too. And when I told him she had great things to say about him at our conference he refused to believe me. And when I insisted, he got angry. He just could not believe she would have something nice to say about him.
I’m proud of how resilient he has been, never once refusing to go, but often making these sweeping heart-breaking statements. And it was never something he lingered on. He’d shout and run as usual and then quickly mention he’d like a poisonous slug to kill him so he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore. Nothing more to it, he’d grab his backpack and we’d be off.
Yesterday his death of choice was by airbag.
Eight more days kiddo!
I cannot WAIT for him to have this break.