First day of school today. My son is 5 years old. I felt nervous. There he was … I was releasing my first-born son to the world. It was a proud moment, but a fearful one.
He seemed nervous, but curious. He seemed homesick before we even left. Hell, I felt homesick. First-born son. First School day.
My son had never been to daycare, stayed with a nanny or a babysitter. All of our children have always been with us since they were babies. We took them everywhere with us … even to do bail bond work. We just could not leave our children for someone else to care. We don’t participate in “trusting games” with other people. It’s just my wife and I and our children. Anti-social? Nah! I call it “social caution”. We do bail people out of jail, you know. And yes, we do live by the border. So, it is of vital importance that the care of our children should be at our hands.
For days, I thought about his first day of school. It just made my heart sink. I remembered about my first days of school. It’s hard not think about how cruel some of those days were: bullies, mean teachers and school lunch. I thought about how I had to learn to fight back, how to tolerate and how not to tolerate others. I thought back … school really sucked!
There is one thing, though. I had the ambition to learn. I had a quench for knowledge. I loved books. So, there. So, there was my little crumble of love for the educational institute. That was good. And everything else … bullies, school lunch, irritating creeps and teachers that looked like they were always smelling shit, faded into the background most of the time. I was in my own kingdom.
And my son, J.D. …I hope he finds his own kingdom. Interact. Indulge in knowledge. Tolerate and don’t tolerate. “Learn to fight and learn when not to fight”. Even though I just sounded like Kenny Rogers, the whole first day of school story boils down to this, I wish my son the best and I wish him “greatness” (yea, even though it’s just kindergarten), but at 2:45pm, your coming home, baby! Love ya!
