Child believes parents cried on back-to-school day because they were sad

The child, who was rushed out the door on Tuesday "in a flurry of hoorays and huzzahs," says he was touched that at first his parents pretended to be excited on what must have been such a difficult day for them.

"All summer long they’d been referring to the start of school as 'the day that will never come,' which to me means they hoped summer with me would last forever," he said. "They were so happy that they alternated taking time off to be with me, week after week, for two months."
 
"Every day we played a wonderful game in which I said I had nothing to do because I know how they love the challenge of keeping me occupied," he said.
 
The child says that although he lives across the street from the school and that class starts at 8am, his parents woke him up just after six with fake enthusiasm, probably to make the morning less painful for themselves.
 
"My dad threw open a window and sang 'Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah' even though he hates singing and our neighbors don't like noise," the boy said. "My mother was dancing around the flat with energetic leaps and squats like a Russian folk dancer after six espressos although she has poor coordination and sprained her ankle last week."
 
However, by the time they got to the entrance of the school, their moods had altered, and they began to hug each other and cry, the boy says. 
 
"They were saying things like, 'oh honey, we made it, we survived,' and I suppose they meant that they were almost through that terrible morning," he said. "I tried to give them a hug, but they just shooed me away, probably to avoid really breaking down into sobs in front of the other parents."
 
"Who were not even there yet, incidentally, because we were an hour early, and the janitor hadn't even arrived to unlock the door."
 
The boy says that despite his excitement for going back to school, seeing friends, and having someone else give him non-stop attention all day long, he commiserates with his parents and worries they will be bored not having to plan activities and cook three meals for him every day.
 
"I could swear that when I finally walked into the school, I heard them uncorking bottles, even as early as it was, but I'm sure that was for effect only or to lessen their misery," he said. "Poor delicate souls."

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