A Sunbeam

I have a Sunbeam. And although I didn't cry as I walked him into his class, I probably could have. But that would have been silly, since I then went to sit just two rows behind him with my own class. He loved sitting in the big chair and stood so proudly in front of the entire primary with the rest of his class while everyone sang the Sunbeam song. The meltdown came when it was time for the junior primary to go to class. He held on tight to his chair and would not let go until I came over to get him. He didn't want to go to class. So instead, I sat out in the hall with him, another child who didn't want to go, her mom, and a leader and ate fruit snacks. When he was on his last fruit snack I said to him, "After you eat this one, let's go to class, okay?" He said okay. No questions asked. And in he went. I sat with him for a minute in class, then told him I was going to leave. Again, okay. So, I left. The report I got back was that he was a pretty good boy. He was good for the rest of class and then sat on his chair and wasn't disruptive through sharing time. That's all I could ask for. In hindsight, I never told him he'd leave and go to another room for class and I guess I probably should have.

WOW--I don't even want to think about what kindergarten's going to be like. For him OR me!