By all accounts, yesterday was going to be a difficult day in the Little household. It was the first day of kindergarten. We had done everything to equip him with what we thought he would need for that first big day. He had new shoes, new clothes, and tote bag with his initials embroidered on it (they can’t use back packs yet). We had taken special care in ensuring we got everything the teacher had requested on the supply list to the letter. We had done our best to prepare him emotionally and mentally, too. We had talked at length about how kindergarten would be different from preschool and about what a big boy he had to be. Heather and I had gone through all the scenarios: what happens if he cries, what happens if she cries, what happens if we all cry. We got up early to ensure to get those special “first-day-of-school” photos and to feed him a good breakfast. Hand-in-hand we all walk into the school. We greet the principal at the door and make our way down the hallway to the classroom. I can almost feel the tension wafting through the air. Parents are reluctantly ushering their children into a foreign rooms filled with other children they don’t know. The tear-stained faces of kids and parents alike make it even harder. I feel a lump build in my throat. We reach the classroom and I look over and see the tears beginning to well up in Heather’s eyes. I look away quickly, knowing that eye contact will only make it worse. Jack greets his teacher who tells him to go find his name on a cubby and to put his bag away. She shows him where his seat is and he turns to me, gives me knuckles, and walks away. He never looked back. There were no tears from him, just a nervous grin and we quickly exit the room after telling him to, “have a great day!” And that was it. It was so simple. I never imagined it would be that simple.
Isn’t it funny how we as parents sometimes make things worse than they have to be? We were all geared up for a day filled with tears when there were barely none at all – at least not from Jack. He was thrilled and so excited. I’m sure he was scared, but he went in there with a brave face and ended up loving his first day. Time will tell whether that excitement will continue, but I’m sure it will. He absolutely loves his teacher already and I’m sure that love will grow as she inspires him to learn. Here’s wishing all the little ones out there an amazing first day! Oh, and parents… y’all lighten up. Your kid’s got this.
This delicious tomato pie is a real favorite at our house. The fresh basil really put it over the top, but the dried basil works just as well if you don’t have fresh. Y’all enjoy!
- 4 medium tomatoes
- 1 regular pie crust
- ¾ cup mayonnaise
- 2 cups mozzarella cheese
- ¼ cup Parmesan cheese
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 8 to 10 basil leaves, chopped (or 1 teaspoon dried basil)
- Thinly slice the tomatoes and salt them. Place them in a strainer or on a cooling rack to allow the salt to draw out some of the moisture.
- Bake the pie crust per the instructions and cool.
- Preheat the oven to 350° F.
- In a medium bowl, combine the mayonnaise, mozzarella cheese, Parmesan cheese, and minced garlic. Stir well and set aside.
- Return to the tomatoes and use paper towels to blot them well to remove the excess moisture. Layer the tomatoes and chopped basil in the pie crust. Spread the cheese mixture over the top. Bake for about 40 minutes or until the topping is golden brown. I recommend placing the pie on a rimmed baking pan (jelly roll pan) in case the pie spills over.