He's proven that excitement was a better reaction than nerves, for it's been a really great school year. We got his report card yesterday, and miracle of miracles, he got an "Outstanding" in follows class/school rules. Who would have ever thought that possible when he was getting kicked out of preschool??? Except for his mama, of course. Now to those of you who didn't think it was possible, I say to you: well, nothing, because I want to be as good a person as my son. I'm awfully proud of him.
While we waited on the school bus, he had me draw a heart on his hand, as I always do. I started doing that right after Christmas break when he'd decided that he didn't want to go to school anymore because he would miss me. It was a few days of horrible fighting with him, with Chris and I insisting that too bad, he had to go anyways, when I hit upon the idea of drawing a heart on his arm or hand so that he'd have my love with him all day. Worked awesome! One of the better parenting ideas I've come up with, if I say so myself, and it had instant results.
He longer needs the heart, but he still likes it. Somedays I turn the heart into a chick or a puppy, somedays I draw it running or diving into a pool. It's been a fun way to spend time while we're waiting on the bus.
So this morning, I get my pen out and draw the heart. I was going to turn it into a panda, his school mascot, but instead he said it would be cool if it was a graduating heart. As I finished it up, he asked if I could put a "K" on it for Kindergarten:
He's going to make an awesome first grader!