
It happened. Logan grew up. He's no longer the little boy holding my hand with glassy eyes waiting for the big-mean-yellow-bus to pick him up and tear him out of my arms. Instead, he is the 11-year-OLD-MAN who lets me brush a quick kiss on his cheek as he backpacks it up the block by himself and maybe meet up with Jillian on the corner. Sniff! Okay, okay - it's not that bad. In fact, it's quite good.
Logan began 6th Grade last Wednesday and boy - was I nervous. He was so calm, cool, and collected when he woke up that morning. I'd say it was only when he put on his sneakers before grabbing his bag that he got a bit silent and apprehensive. The good thing about him when he's like that is that he becomes quite loving and gentle with me. He did grab my hand and did give me some big, big hugs. Otherwise not much to say. He met up with Jillian in her front yard and they walked uneventfully up the street to the corner bus stop.
It did become a little exciting when Jillian's mom Lisa and I saw them get on the bus on the "other school district's" side of the street. We joked that wouldn't it be funny if they got on the wrong bus. I left Lisa for my now daily walk and was shocked to see as I went to the same corner all the other bus stops on our side filled with kids. I called Lisa from the corner and told her the bus was only coming now. At that point with Bus #2 appearing at the corner, Lisa swore that she saw the name of the other school district on the side, but I was not reassured with this. After all, she was four houses away and I was only 10 feet from the bus. I mean, come on - how could I miss that! She left a message on her daughter's phone -- Logan's was off as planned for school policy -- and I jumped on cell to call new school's attendance office. In the meantime, I told the bus driver that stopped hat he was missing two kids. As I waited on the phone with our district's transportation office, I was happy to have Lisa yell down to me that Jillian called and they WERE on the right bus. Oh, well…I was a bit sheepish as I hung up with my call and continued my walk.
After school that day, Logan came home to our tradition of home-baked cookies & milk. In our home, we use the Pillsbury spoon edition for home-cooking. He loves them and I am quite good at timing it just right for his return. He did not hate school - that was a start. In fact, I actually got to enjoy some cookies and info on all his classes as I learned to shut up and let him tell it. One local boy -- a very nice one I remembered from Cub Scouts -- who is on his bus is also in all of his classes. This is quite a coincidence as only the four core classes (actually five since English is now a reading class AND a writing class) share the same students with different teachers. For his special classes (music, language - French, study skills, & lunch), he's with all different students and teachers for each.
That evening, Logan, Zach, & I drove up to the school to set up their lockers. Since then it has been uneventful and for me quite exciting to see how smoothly he transitioned into this new and different routine. He is really quite amazing at being able to adapt so effortlessly.
And that is where we leave off on this new TV show…that exists in only my head…so far that is.