2 weeks down ...

and approximately 37 more to go. Of third grade, that is. :) Well Cam's first week of school was fantastic. He loves his teacher, loves his class, and has not once said "I don't want to go to school." the only exception was that it was too easy. Always good to hear. However, I reminded him that it was only the first week, and they hadn't gotten into the good stuff yet. Give it time. I'm sure you'll change your mind.

So apparently they ... "get candy, like, everyday, and play the funnest games like 'heads-up-7-up' and 'around the world math' and get to be at recess with the older kids and not the little kids, and now we can play ping pong, and I need more in my lunch because they don't give us a morning snack anymore! so I might need to bring something to eat on my "morning break," and did you know that the left side of your brain controls the right side of your body, and the right side of your brain controls the left?" Phew. I'm telling you. Okay, so that was the first week. And it was great. Fast forward to the second week.

Started out great, but then Tuesday rolls around and we have a very sad 7-year old on our hands. He had three great buddies at school, Chase and Brady, twin boys, and Tyler. The first two didn't come back this year, because of the cost and that they could attend the school their mom teaches at. That was hard for Cam. Well Tuesday rolls around, Bryan goes to pick him up, gets home and says that he's had a REALLY bad day. Of course, I think the worst, and ask if he got into trouble, etc. Then Cam gets out of the truck and is just bawling. Red face, and the biggest crocodile tears. Just the saddest cry ever. It seems that Tuesday was Tyler's last day because he was going to a different school also. His family lives about a half hour away, at least from the school, and mom - with two toddlers besides the three that went to Cam's school - was tired of the drive twice a day. So ... he literally lost his best friend. Broke my heart and even more so on Wednesday when he said he cried in chapel because he was sad. How do you not feel for the poor little guy? I was talking to dad on the phone earlier and he hit it on the head when he said that you live your childhood through your kids' ... I remember the days when it felt like the end of the world, and there was absolutely nothing that could make things right. He had a better day Wednesday and Thursday, but still "doesn't want to talk about it." He asked about another school, and whether we could check out the teachers and the playground.You know, the important stuff. But then again, he "loves his teacher, and it would suck to get another one that was mean." Bryan and I had thought about another school for him - and maybe this was the timing we were waiting for - but mostly because of the size of the current one. His class is 14 students or so, 5 are 2nd graders, and there are only 4 boys or so total in the 3rd grade. Doesn't give you much to choose from in regard to friendships. And they are very limited on activities offered. But we're playing this one by ear, and just gonna see how it goes. The public schools in our district are not an option, so it would have to be another private or charter school. At any rate, he's coping, and I suppose dealing with one of the first of many heartaches and tragedies he'll endure. :)