Today was my son's first day of preschool. He's three (going on thirteen) years old, and SO ready to be away from his mama at HIS school. I on the other hand am wondering where the time has gone, and how my little tiny baby boy could possibly be old enough to be anywhere without me. Even as I write this I realize that I am being totally ridiculous. This is three hours twice a week we are talking about here. It shouldn't be this hard for me. Especially considering the fact that there have been several days in the past few months when I have wondered if there is such a thing as boarding school for toddlers ;) I think this has been hard for me because I am starting to see him need me less and I am having to get used to that. It's crazy really...I have spent the last three years looking forward to having him be a little less dependant on me. I know that my job as a parent is to teach him how to be self sufficient...but it's still hard to accept that he doesn't need mommy like he did before.
I am so proud of my little boy...even of the fact that he was more than ready for me to leave him in a new place. I love the fact that he can jump right in and know that I'll be back to get him later. I also really enjoyed some one on one time with my 20 month old daughter. It isn't often that I get to sit quietly and play tea party with her :) Plus I am loving the fact that both of my kiddos went down for a nap without a fight. Preschool is a good thing. Preschool is a good thing. Preschool is a good thing....
