Despite the fact that I was a nervous wreck, my son wasn’t when we sent him off to preschool yesterday.
He was so proud to put on his backpack and was more than happy to pose for pictures in his cute outfit.
He ran with delight when I asked him to get his own snack bag out of the fridge to put in his book bag. Mr. Independent.
When we arrived in the parking lot, he instantly asked to go inside. We walked him in, changed his shoes and met up with his teacher. He said good morning to her first, a huge sign that he was comfortable. Then, she asked if he wanted to see the toys and look around. With that, he dropped his daddy’s hand and was ready to go.
‘Wait!’ I said. ‘Mommy wants a kiss!’. He dutifully came over and kissed me goodbye, the same for daddy. We said we’d be back soon. He walked holding the teacher’s hand into the classroom, and as I stared at him he didn’t even look back.
I made it to the van before I cried.
When we picked him up, he was obviously happy. She said he didn’t ask about us or home once. There was paint on his clothes (a sign of fun to me!) and the teacher said he did wonderfully. He was smiling which said it all to me.
On the drive home we heard stories about painting, playing outside and reading.
And just like that, my baby boy is a bigger boy. I am so proud, but still so emotional that we are at this point in our lives.
I’m hoping all the future days are as easy for him as the first.
Thank you so much for everyone for your posts and tweets and experiences. Your kind words were very helpful for a mum that was a little on the ledge about this whole thing 😉