I was going to blog about where I’ve been for the past week (just in case anyone noticed I wasn’t around Share ), but we had a huge event in our household this morning that takes way more precedence over my week away……
Ethan, my youngest, started preschool today. <<sigh, heavy sigh>>> My baby will always be my baby, but he’s no longer a baby. There have been lots of signs in the past few months that this was happening, but in true mommy style, I was in denial. I can deny no longer. He is a preschooler. When Ryley started preschool, Ethan was barely six weeks old and I carried him in to the school in an infant carrier to drop Ryley off. Today, Ethan walked in with his little Nemo backpack, ready to go. Mommy was not quite ready.
Michael went in late to work just so he could be there with us for drop-off. He held E’s hand as we walked across the parking lot. We went in and Ethan was so excited to find his cubby and put his backpack in. He was even more excited that some of the “big boys” had the trains out – Ethan’s personal heaven. They welcomed him right in. It seemed like the big boys were excited that Ethan would finally get to stay and play with them. Ethan was fine until it was time to clean-up for morning circle time. He just couldn’t get that he wasn’t going to be able to just play all morning long. That’s when the tears started. Miss J took him and sat with him on her lap next to Grace. I stood outside, watching through the window, and my tears started. It was hard to see him upset, it was hard to believe that my baby was in school, it was hard to leave him. Miss S assured me he would be okay, and she would call me if he wasn’t calming down. And then I walked out of the building, by myself, for the first time in three years.
I made it through my workout by checking my phone every 30 seconds to see if his teacher had called. I made it through Party City picking up birthday party supplies for his party next week. And then I caved and called. Miss S said he cried for about 10 minutes, then went outside to play and he was fine after that. Ethan is in that shy stage. Ryley never really had that. Grace was minimally shy. He’s so independent at home, but so mommy-attached away from home. I know he will settle in and take off. He’s so ready to be in preschool. He’s been asking to go since September. It’s just a little hard on mommy to let go.
I did take pictures. They’re on my big camera and I haven’t resized them yet. I will. It was a morning to remember!!