On a positive, he went to school on his first day. On the other hand, we had to endure an entire summer of him adamantly stating "I am not going to Kindergarten." Our home school isn't a great one at all so we entered Will in the lottery to get into a partial Spanish immersion Kindergarten, and then spent the entire summer selling that school to Will. That resulted in a summer of "How many times do I have to tell you that I do not speak Spanish!" Long story short, we learned that he got in late in the day on the Friday before school began.
Will doesn't adapt to change very well (like his parents in many ways) so he was against going to school the first morning. He graced us with a happy picture or two...
and then his real feelings came flooding out. It was good that Patrick and Patti both took him the first day (we had to actually - they got him in so late on Friday that they didn't have all his paperwork yet) so that we could both talk to him on the drive to school.
Once we got to school, he was totally fine and he had a pretty good day. He admitted to Patti on the afternoon drive home that he cried a little in the afternoon because he missed her. To celebrate his big day, he asked Patti to make him a wheel-shaped potpie, so voila!
Will cried a little each of his first three days and had a total blow-up the fourth day because he was scared about something. His teacher talked to him, we talked to him, and we all learned that he'd bottled up all his fears and didn't tell anyone. Once we talked through what he was worried about, he's been a great little Kindergartner.
