First Day Of School
There were no tears. However, I’m surprised there weren’t considering all that took place between 6.30 a.m. and 12 p.m.
- My car is in the shop so Jeanne let me borrow her car for the morning. She showed up at 8.30 and of course I wasn’t ready, so I talked her into going with me to run the errand I needed to do before school.
- I didn’t have a required form notarized, and I don’t have his immunization information, so I wasn’t sure he was actually going to get to go to school.
- After running around like a crazy person, one of the teachers finally called on behalf of the director, who was out of town, and she said to bring him anyway. By that time we were about four minutes away and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do if they had said he couldn’t come. He would have freaked out!
- I didn’t follow the directions about bringing two boxes of tissues, a bag of diapers and a second outfit complete with full name on each piece. Fortunately they forgave me.
Quite honestly, I really didn’t think either of us would cry. I’m more excited for him to get to do something cool than I am afraid to let him go. I mean, I’ve known from the moment we met that he was going to be independent - and that I wanted to raise him to be independent. I’ve always know that part of raising an independent, capable kid requires letting go.
(And since I’ve been thinking about it since he was four hours old and screaming because he didn’t want the damn pacifier, I’ve had a bit of time to come to terms with it.)
He was very sweet when I went to get him. He really didn’t want to leave. It was fantastic. I’m so proud of him. He wasn’t scared or shy and his teacher said he was well behaved.
What more could a mother want?
Oh, and he was comatose at nap time.
I likey preschool.
