#37: Your Childs First Day Of School
Authors Note: (Y/D/N) = Your Daughters Name, (Y/S/N) = Your Sons Name
Ashton: "Can you believe this day has come already?" You asked Ashton holding his hand. He shook his head as your daughter picked up her backpack that was far too big for her tiny back but slipped it on regardless. She smiled up at you two, her two dimples prominent-something she had acquired from Ashton, but she had your eyes. "Ready pumpkin?" You said, your voice wavering. Ashton squeezed your hand, he to was getting a little emotional. She nodded her head, outstretching her tiny hand for you to take. You took it, feeling her soft skin in yours, her fist no bigger than the bottom of your palm. "Let's go to school!" Ashton said, making his voice as excited as he could be. You tucked her into the car, sitting in the passenger seat you stared out the window, as Ashton drove. Your daughter babbled the entire way there, telling you both how excited she was, about the colours of the changing leaves and how she liked dogs. You couldn't help but smile, knowing she would have little difficulty making friends with her beautiful personality and her genuine smile. Her heart was already so big for her tiny frame, so much love already in her. He pulled up to the school, other tiny children were muddling about holding their parents hands or talking to other children. You walked to the back door before hauling her out of her carseat and bending down on her level. "(Y/D/N), I want you to have a good first day at school okay? You're going to make some friends right? You're going to be nice today too?" You said, already knowing the answer. "I will be Mummy!" She said smiling her thousand watt smile. Ashton chuckled beside you. "C'mere," You said beckoning her in for a hug. She waddled into your arms, hugging you. "I love you," You whispered into her hair. "I love you too Mummy." She said. Ashton squatted down beside you. "My turn big girl!" He said outstretching his arms as she waddled to him and gave him a big hug. He whispered something to her, and she laughed. "Do you want us to stay with you until your class starts or do you want to go and make friends?" Ashton said once again grabbing your hand. "I want to go make friends." She said in a determined voice, she was so adventurous. You blew her a kiss and Ashton waved, as you both watched her waddle off to a group of kids. She immediately began talking to them, her kind personality already showing through. "She'll be fine." Ashton said smiling at you but his eyes were a bit shinier then before. You nodded your head biting back tears. "She's so young, and... I just didn't think this day would come so fast. She's growing up, our little baby is growing up." You said, wiping your eye. You weren't the only parent that was getting emotional, many parents were wiping eyes discreetly and sniffling quietly. "She'll always be our baby," Ash said. "Lets get back, pick (Y/S/N) up from Mum's. We have a couple of years before he's off for school too." He said smiling at you. You nodded your head, smiling back at him as you cast one last look at your daughter who was talking with a little girl. Smiling, you knew that she would be fine.
Calum: "Wake up big guy! It's time for your first day of school!" Calum bellowed into your sons room. You heard a groan, laughing slightly you leaned against the door as Calum sat on the edge of his bed. His long fingers began searching over the mound of blankets in search of your sons ticklish spot, within seconds laughter filled the room as Calum relentlessly tickled your son until he popped his head out from under his blankets. "Stop! Dad!" He said in between fits of giggles. Calum stopped ruffling his already messy bed head. "Up we get!" Calum said, more excited then your son was for his first day of school. You laughed, as he pulled back the blankets, your son whining in protest. He sat up rubbing his eyes, as you walked away getting his breakfast ready. You knew this day would come eventually, last night tears had silently soaked your pillow at the thought of your baby leaving the nest. Everyday you and your son had little adventures around the house, he was your little helper, and now he would be in school for most of the day, leaving the house eerily quiet. A silent sob had bubbled out of your lips and that was when Calum wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, his face a bit wet too. "I know," Was all he said to you as you nodded your head. This was a big step for any parent. Calum and your son marched down the stairs, your son almost looking identical to Calum minus some of your features. He had his hair, the shape of his eye and his lips, but he had more of your skin tone, and your eye colour. He was going to be a heartbreaker. After eating his fill of oatmeal, you piled into your car, driving your son who was still laughing at Calum to his first day of school. He was confident and you knew deep down that he wouldn't have any trouble making friends, he was smart too, but there was still that fear that something would go wrong. Calum put a hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles as he looked at you with the same expression that you had. When you arrived at the old gothic building that was the local school, you hugged your son as tight as you could until he laughed. "I love you," You said into the hug. He giggled, "I love you too Mum!" He said. Calum gave him a big bear hug, twirling him around until all you could hear was his shrieks of laughter, his laughter was contagious. He set him down, messing up his hair and wishing him a good first day. You watched as he walked off, looking a little apprehensive at first, before a little boy came up to him and started talking as the bell rang. "He'll be fine." Calum said. "If he's anything like his old Dad here, then he'll be the class clown, making everybody laugh." He said patting his stomach. You laughed leaning against his shoulder. "He's actually gone." You said. He rubbed your arm. "And so it begins." Calum spoke softly, almost as if it was only meant for him. "So it begins." You said sighing.
Luke: Your son was unusually quiet as he sat at the table, pushing his cereal around with his spoon. "Whats wrong?" Luke asked, noticing your son's off attitude just as you had. He shook his head, his blonde hair flopping from side to side. "Come on kiddo, whats wrong?" You said from beside him. "I'm scared," He barely whispered. Your heart lurched, your eyes snapping to Luke's. "Why are you scared?" Luke said in the same tone, turning his body to his sons. "What if nobody likes me?" Luke's face was sympathetic, knowing where he was coming from. Like his father, your son was shy. So shy that he often hid behind your legs or Luke's, burying his face in your neck when you were talking to someone. He spoke quietly, his tiny voice wary. When he knew the person however, he was loud and giggly, just like you. "You'll make friends, I promise." Luke said, easing your son. "I don't want to leave you and Mummy." He said, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Baby, you'll be fine. We'll be fine! You're going to have so much fun at school, you'll forget all about us." You said smiling at him. "Hey listen," Luke said turning your sons attention to him. "I always get scared getting up in front of people and meeting people. You know when Daddy plays the guitar for lots of people? I'm still always scared. But when I get up there and start having fun and playing, well, all that fear disappears. Just like when I meet people. I get so scared, just like you! But once I get talking to them, that scardeness goes away!" Luke said, giving your son the best advice. Your son stared at his cereal, his tiny eyebrows drawn together making his forehead crease. "Why are you scared Daddy?" He asked, confused. In his eyes, his Dad was his hero, never flinching and always so fun. "I don't know, why are you scared?" Luke said raising an eyebrow. Your son smiled. "I don't know, why are you scared?" He said laughing. Luke laughed meeting your eyes. You smiled back at him, as your son dissolved into fits of laughter. The drive to the school was somber, your sons fear creeping back. You sat in the back with him, holding his hand and trying to ease his nerves. You pulled up, Luke announcing where you were. His eyes grew wide as you helped him out of the car. He clung to your frame, as you walked up the steps to meet his teacher. "Hello!" She said greeting you and Luke. "And you must be (Y/S/N)." She said squatting down to his level. He shifted behind your legs a little more, a little whimper escaping his lips. "Its okay baby," You said. "Do you like playing with cars?" She asked, her face completely serious. He nodded his head, looking at you and Luke for reassurance. You both nodded your head in unison, encouraging him. "I have an entire bucket full of cars and Tonka trucks...do you want to come and play?" She asked. He looked at you and you both nodded. He nodded at the teacher, as a little girl came up to you both. "Want to come play with the cars?" She asked, her lacey dress fitting her plump little frame. He nodded his head, taking the little girls hand and going into the classroom, looking back at you and Luke. You both smiled and waved. You talked with his teacher for a bit, concluding that she sounded like a really good woman and teacher. "See you at the end of the day!" She said smiling at you both as you said your goodbyes. Climbing into the car you both sighed and smiled at each other, both of your eyes a little glossier. "Lets go get some breakfast," Luke suggested. You smiled and nodded, putting a hand on his leg, his fingers intertwining with yours as pulled away leaving your son at school for his first day.
Michael: It wasn't like Michael to get that nervous, but the fact that this was your daughters first day at school was really getting to him. He had woken up much earlier then he normally would, getting her outfit and her bag all packed up and watching the clock for when it was time to wake her up. You sat down beside him a bit later, putting a hand on his thigh. "You alright?" You asked as he looked up from your daughter to you. He nodded his head, but his eyes said otherwise. "She'll be fine," You said. She was sitting on the couch with your cat, watching cartoons until it was time to leave for school. She was unfazed at the thought of having to go to school all day, without her parents. She was eager to make friends and learn, she had always been bright from a young age. "I just... I'm scared for her. What if she doesn't make friends? Or she hates school in general? I don't want boys looking at her. I don't even want to think of her dating and what kind of scumbags take advantage of girls..." You put a finger on his lips before he could proceed. "Lets take this day by day. Little boys don't look at little girls that way, they merely see someone to play with. As for dating, thats many, many years down the road. She'll make friends, you see how social she is already, she'll get on with everyone. And if she doesn't we pull her out and wait a year. It happens if she can't get over leaving her Mum and Dad. But for now, lets see how she does. If she's anything like the both of us, she'll be fine." You said, hoping all of that was true. He looked at you and smiled. "What would I do without you?" He said leaning into kiss you, your daughter squealing and yelling at how gross that was. You laughed into the kiss, pulling away and smiling at her. You decided to walk to school, seeing as it wasn't too far from your house, maybe a fifteen minute walk. She walked in between the two of you, holding both of your hands. As you arrived at the school, many kids were running around and playing, Michaels grip tightening on her hand. You smiled at him, walking her through the halls to the classroom that would be her homeroom. She caught glimpse of some kids playing paints and she was off and running without a single glance back. "I guess thats it?" He said laughing as she talked to a little boy in overalls with purple paint on the front. "I guess thats it." You reiterated, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze, waving to your oblivious daughter, as you walked down the primary hallways littered with children's artwork and the smell of glue.