Thursday, August 23, 2007
Holding Hands
OK, if you're not a parent, you may want to skip this entry. Its probably overly sentimental.
Still with me? Good.
Yesterday I took Pierce to school. This was my first trip to the grade school with him and I asked him if he'd let me walk to his classroom (Nora has started dropping him off at the front entrance). He said "yes".
We got into the school just as the bell rang letting the students know that they were allowed to head back to their classrooms. Walnut Grove is your standard K-6 Elementary school, so there were lots of kids of varying sizes with a few parents in the mix.
I expected Pierce to be a little self-conscious about having me with him (I know I was a little embarrassed to be one of the few parents walking with their kid to class -and probably the only Dad). Instead, Pierce grabbed my hand and escorted me through the school, indicating points of interest as we went (e.g. "Dad, on the left is the library. We could cut through there to get to my classroom, but it takes longer.").
Once we got to his class, Pierce showed me where he hangs his book bag and puts his lunchbox, as well as pointing out his personal mailbox. Then he was off to his desk and never looked back. I'm not a particularly emotional individual, but it just made me feel so good when he took my hand. It seemed to say, "this is my Dad, and I love him". He was completely unself-conscious about the whole thing.
-Eric (Dad)
Still with me? Good.
Yesterday I took Pierce to school. This was my first trip to the grade school with him and I asked him if he'd let me walk to his classroom (Nora has started dropping him off at the front entrance). He said "yes".
We got into the school just as the bell rang letting the students know that they were allowed to head back to their classrooms. Walnut Grove is your standard K-6 Elementary school, so there were lots of kids of varying sizes with a few parents in the mix.
I expected Pierce to be a little self-conscious about having me with him (I know I was a little embarrassed to be one of the few parents walking with their kid to class -and probably the only Dad). Instead, Pierce grabbed my hand and escorted me through the school, indicating points of interest as we went (e.g. "Dad, on the left is the library. We could cut through there to get to my classroom, but it takes longer.").
Once we got to his class, Pierce showed me where he hangs his book bag and puts his lunchbox, as well as pointing out his personal mailbox. Then he was off to his desk and never looked back. I'm not a particularly emotional individual, but it just made me feel so good when he took my hand. It seemed to say, "this is my Dad, and I love him". He was completely unself-conscious about the whole thing.
-Eric (Dad)
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