My little boy is growing up fast. He's not even a toddler anymore...he is a preschooler. The month of July has been a whirlwind and it came to a screeching halt as I flew in last night from Boston and then whisked my son into his first day of school this morning before going straight back to work. I'll catch my breath later. He was all smiles before we even got in the car.
When I dropped him off...I asked my plethora of questions as I swallowed the many many tears that were trying to push their way out of my eyes. I put on my brave smiley face as I told him goodbye and that I'd pick him up right after work. The teacher took him by the hand to show him around and Jason and I walked out...I cried. I worried. When we got there we found out no sippy cups, uh, seriously?! Will he be able to drink? He doesn't know how to use a cup. Would he eat anything? He's so picky. Would he be scared when they have lights out? Would he take a nap? He doesn't at home. Would he get along with the kids? He's never been around this many kids before. Would he share? So many things to worry about and yet I couldn't control one thing. I hate that.
I'll admit, I called at lunch to check on him and she said he was doing great. Didn't eat but took a nap. I can work with that. This after noon when I went to go pick him up he was busy with toys...
All in all a successful first day...Let's hope for more.
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