I can't believe it....my boy started school today....yes it is preschool, just 2 days a week, but still a milestone. I have known for a while that he is ready (he turned 3 in Dec) and is just clearly ready to expand his experiences, learn to get along in a group, be away from me a little bit....grow.
I too have been ready (in my head) for a while....looking forward to the 6 hours a week to work and to create. Looking forward to hearing all about what he has learned or created at school....looking forward to feeling less guilty while I work knowing that he is being stimulated by something other than Noggin.
I will admit that last night I did have a little of that melancholy pang (could have been the ipod mix, or the PMS) but I think it was the smell of his baby shampoo when I kissed him goodnight. Gulp....he's going to school tomorrow.
This morning, he was beyond ready....as I was snapping photos he was saying "lets go to school". Now let me preface that he has never been left with a babysitter or daycare, he is either with Matt, or my Mom or Moriah if he isn't with me. I was a little worried that all of the bravado would evaporate when he realized I was really leaving him there.
We got there, he chose a cubby for the backpack...and jumped right into playing with the other kids and the wild assortment of toys. I kissed him goodbye and he said, "yea, see you later" barely looking at me. I didn't want to make a big deal so I left. On the way out I peeked back in the window to see how he was doing, and he was marching over to the teacher to say "hey, I left that drill right here by the BBQ and it is gone now, do you know where it is?". That's my boy....(and no I didn't shed one tear today Moriah!)
The 3 hours went pretty slow today, but I can see how truly glorious they are going to be once I get used to it. I was pretty excited when it was noon and I got to go back and get him, I couldn't wait to see how happy he was to see me. So I go inside and he sees me and says "hey Mom!" I bend down to talk to him and he puts his arm around my neck, gives me a little kiss and says "I'm not done yet" and goes back to whatever it was he was doing before I got there.
The teachers said he was a dream...that he got along with all of the other kids really well, and enjoyed art time, there was a report that he had a bit of trouble sitting still for circle time, but that was the worst of it. I asked if there was any problem with him missing me or wondering when I would be back, she said, "umm, sorry to tell you this, but your name never even came up!". Gulp.
That's my boy....mr confident, and I couldn't be prouder.....and I'm looking forward to Thursday!