Tate's First Day Of School

Pin It

I have never been one to get overly sentimental about things that everybody does. While I think that it is a big event in a kid's life when they start school, it is something that everybody goes through. I personally think that while you can encourage your child to be enthusiastic and excited, I never went through that "oh...they're growing up so fast" or "he's getting so big" moments.
When I picked Tate up at daycare after his first day of kindergarten, I was approached with the statement, "I don't know if you've already heard about Tate's day...". I knew that it was going to be something different that the normal kid's first day of school.
 

Picture From  http://bee-stings.net

Before I get into Tate's day, let me tell you about MY first day of first grade. Honestly, it is the only "first day" of any grade that I remember. My initial day of first grade, I ended up in the nurses office. In the morning, as I was waiting at my bus stop, I noticed that there were a lot of bees going in and out of a hole in the ground next to a dead tree. I thought to myself that there must be a hive among the roots. From there, I don't know if I was thinking at all. This is when I grabbed an individual Doritos bag and placed it over the hole. Then jumped on it. Needless to say, the area was flooded with angry bees. I was stung on my right hand, my friend, Ben was stung on his stomach and another girl was stung on her butt. I should also say here that I am allergic to bees. While I am not deathly My Girl allergic, and I don't need an epi-pen to keep my throat from closing, but I do swell up locally. So, my first day of school that year, I ended up with my right hand too swollen to bend my fingers and my hand with an ice pack wrapped around it for the entire school day. This is what came to mind when I was told about Tate's day.

Apparently, Tate and his best friend, Nicholas were playing on the playground and missed their bus. Tate is an incredibly relaxed kid and it isn't a surprise that he missed the bus, nor was he worried. He is like me in that way. I never worried about the checks and balance system that was put in place of having a 5th grader that would walk the kids to their bus. I was never upset with the teacher that said that she forgot to tell the kids that it was time to go to the bus. What I was appreciative of, though, was the principal that drove the two boys to their after-school care in his personal car.