We all managed to get through the first week--or rather the first three days--of kindergarten relatively unscathed. I took the whole week off of work, since this is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event. Everyone we knew made sure to remind us of what a big step this was, and how emotional it was going to be, and of course it was.

We bought a backpack and a few other school supplies, which turned out to be overkill for kindergarten, since all you really need is a lunchbox for your snack.

The kids all seemed to take things in stride, especially since most of them had a couple years of preschool under their belts. The parents were the ones who had a difficult time. There we boxes of tissue available, and we all waited anxiously for the school day to begin as the children played on the playground. Of course it's just kindergarten, which, based on the orientation we attended, was only a little more advanced than the preschool Trevor went to for the last two years.

A co-worker with children older than mine told me that my wife would certainly cry, and I replied that it wasn't her who I was worried about, but me. Ever since the children came along I've developed the propensity to turn teary-eyed at emotional stuff like this, although I suppose I hide it pretty well; I've got to maintain that balance between manly man and guy who's in touch with his feelings. So, anyhow, I too was getting a bit choked up over the whole kindergarten thing, which I suppose is only human.

We're fortunate that our son is at a great school and in a great kindergarten class with great teachers, and it looks like everyone's in for a fun and educational year, child and parents included.