School started yesterday. Tigger, now a first grader, hopped on the bus like an old pro. We visited his class on Monday and met his teacher, got a handle on who was in the class, and where T would be sitting. T is in a multiage class for grades 1 and 2. There are some kids in his class that we know, some from church, which is a good thing, and some from random association with their parents. His class buddy (a second grader) is the older sibling of a kid T went to preschool with for a while.
In Pumpkin's class, we know a lot of people. Not that P knows them yet, but I know their parents and I'm generally pleased. Fifteen years here, and I finally feel like I know people. Also, since P has the same awesome teacher that T did last year, I felt like an old hand myself, knowing where everything was and what the routines would be. The teacher came face to face with some of P's behavior issues during the two hour orientation yesterday; difficulty transitioning from one activity to the next, a hyperfocus on whatever he's doing (a defense mechanism, I've discovered), but overall, he did well, and the teacher didn't seemed fazed by any of it. She's been teaching for many years and has an additional Masters in Special Ed. I'm sure she's seen all sorts of things. This is a major reason why I would never consider homeschooling. With their years of experience, they go beyond what I can do in many areas, just as with our 1:1 parent to child ratio, we can go beyond what they can do in many areas. It works out.
I've worked with this school system in a few different capacities since before we had kids. I couldn't wait for the boys to be part of the community here. I know it's not going to be all roses, but already it's more nurturing than anything I had as a child.
P will have half days all this week - Friday and Monday off for the long weekend and then four days of full-day kindergarten before it becomes a regular thing. As much as I hate starting school before Labor Day, I have to admit it works out well for the Kindergartners.