The beginning

Jacob started 1st grade on Tuesday. I walked him to school, gave him a hug and kiss and he walked onto the playground with 300 other kids. I watched him get swallowed in the crowd and said a little prayer that he was going to be okay. I went across the street from the playground and like a stalker watched him until he went inside. It was a very very very long day. I have never been so anxious in my life. I think by 2:15 I was going very nearly out of my mind. You see, Jacob has never been away from me for longer than 4 hours, except when I've been in the hospital after having babies. And then people that knew him and his, let's call them eccentricities, were watching over him. Now he's gone for 7 hours with a teacher that doesn't know him or his eccentricities and darn it I miss the kid. Last week I was so tired of him yelling at his sisters, talking my ear off about dinosaurs, and not going to sleep, and now I miss him so much I hardly know what to do with myself during the day. I count down the hours till I can go and get him and know that his is safe. Am I a crazy mom?
Jacob on the other hand likes 1st grade, although he complained that it lasted too long, and that he didn't have enough time to eat his lunch. At home he would take 45 minutes to eat lunch, no such luxuries at school. He loves that he gets 3 recesses and he has the same reading teacher as last year. We'll see what next week brings.