I guess he is an old hand at it already.
Noah started first grade today and after a week of hinting at not wanting to go, and asking to stay home with me for the rest of his life, he tossed his backpack over his shoulder and headed out with Daddy for the first day of school without a qualm.
Our school district is trying out a new idea... to keep a whole kindergarten class together as they move forward into first grade, and then again into second grade. It's to help them have some stability and friendships in place as they move out of their comfort zone into a new room with a new teacher. At third grade they will begin mixing kids again.
I picked Noah up after school and he said he had a great day, and was eager to show me around his new room. He seems to really like his teacher who gave him a paper cone filled with candy which is apparently a custom in Germany.
Things seem to be going very well so far, although we have seen a pattern of very disruptive behavior about 2 or 3 days into school after a long vacation break, so this time we are prepared for any backlash.
On the way back to the car, he asked if we could pop into his old kindergarten room. When we found his kindergarten teacher from last year, he asked her if she was enjoying her new class, and then said he had stopped by so he could give her a Hershey Kiss out of his cone.
She nearly cried. So did I.
He really is a great kid.