And so it begins...

We made it. The first teacher meeting, a brief 15 minutes, was a fascinating experience.
Our arrival inside the school doors prompted Jacob to whisper "I don't wanna meet the teacher", as he clung to my leg. After Mommy's reassurances he reluctantly headed down the hallway, hand clasping mine tightly, to his new classroom. Jacob found the spot for his 'outside'shoes, and allowed us to lead him into the class.
We located his locker and put his brand new shoes, (just purchased an hour ago because we accidentally bought shoes that lace up and that is not acceptable), on the top shelf.
The teacher invited Jacob to write his name on a piece of paper, or to put his handprint on the class 'flower'. This was when Jacob decided he was invisible. All he had to do was close his eyes and he was golden. Lurking behind Daddy's legs helped too.
No amount of coaxing and cajoling was going to convince him that participating was a good idea.
After 15 minutes, Jacob established contact with the teacher by letting her look at one of his 'Bakugan' cards. To be specific, he held the cards at his waist and when she asked if she could see one, he tilted his wrist about 3 inches to the left, card clutched inside. She, being the hero that she is, took this as a fabulous opportunity to exclaim about the ugly creature on the card. Yay, Madame Dufort! Ice officially cracked. A little.
Jacob beatled it back to daycare and the sweet relief of familiar surroundings. Monday's first full morning of school looms, with a tiny ray of hope springing from that ominous cloud.
A highlight of the morning was when I asked Jacob if that was a scary experience and he looked at me, all full of 'I'm not in that place anymore' bravado, and said casually, "No."
Oh my little man, you approach the world with so much caution, where did you get such a sensitive little soul?
So, for the first 'meet and greet' day of school, I will count Madame Dufort as my blessing, and be thankful for a teacher who understands the hestitancy of a little boy.