My cute little kidlet started preschool yesterday. And yeah, he's 3 and will do preschool for two years, but I'm okay with that. It's kind of funny how it all happened, actually. I have a friend from home who moved here and happens to do an in-home preschool. She's in a bunko group with me and mentioned at the last game night that she had an open spot in her preschool. I had just been thinking that, even though he's little, I wished that I'd looked for one for him because I think he'd love it. Destiny? Probably not, but still. So we chatted about it and told Deg about it and decided to go for it.
I took DJ for a visit with his teacher a week before school started, and the next week was the longest of his life. He couldn't wait to actually start school! The day before dragged for him. "Mom, is it tomorrow day yet? Is it time for school yet?" I was glad he was so excited. I was mostly excited, but my mom heart was bursting a little because STOP GROWING UP! But also, keep growing up. It's complicated. If you're a mom, you feel me. Anyway, he had packed and repacked his backpack about a thousand times in preparation for school. He made me get him a special notebook and pencil for his backpack. We got him a water bottle that wouldn't spill in his backpack. It was getting real.
And then, it was the day of. I woke him up and told him it was preschool day, and he practically leaped from the bed. For the first time ever, he didn't fight me on combing hair or brushing teeth. He did a little bit on getting dressed, but only because I'd picked out a shirt he didn't want, so once we got that sorted, he was good to go. And then he actually willingly ate breakfast. You guys! It was, dare I say, miraculous! But then we had to wait like an hour before school started. So we packed and repacked the backpack and took first day pictures and otherwise tried to kill time so he wouldn't die of waiting (which, apparently, was a real threat).
When we got to her house, he was so pumped to put on his backpack and walk up to the door. He walked right in, saw everyone else, turned to me, and said, "You're staying, right?" So many feels! He does this with nursery at church every week, so I knew it was coming, but for some reason, it was different with school. Luckily, his teacher was getting out lime scented play dough, and this kid loves play dough. He climbed right up on the bench, started playing, and was (I think) okay with everything. I told him I was going to go get some pretzels (he'd been begging for them for days), which he was totally okay with, and out the door I went.
Did I have to hurry to my car after shutting the door so I could have a good 5 minute cry? No! You did! Stop judging me! Gosh!
Once I calmed down, I ran to the grocery store to get those pretzels (and to do all my shopping sans-child) and that only took me like half an hour. So I puttered around the house doing chores, ran an errand to a friend's house, and then went to pick him up.
He was throwing a little bit of attitude when I showed up because the teacher wanted him to wait for her but he could see me so he was all, "No. My mom's right there." I will wait in my car next time, but also, awesome that he wasn't in tears and, apparently, did just fine until he saw me. (Also, that whole apple doesn't fall far from the tree thing is strong with this one. I am the attitude queen!) And he loved it! They played play dough, they painted, they talked about writing (I think - I'm getting all my info from a 3 year old, after all). And he's excited to go back tomorrow. Yay!
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