I'm taking a break from the busy because this here post is about big news. My little guy started pre-school yesterday and he gets to cross the street.
Our daycare center is located in the back corner of a shopping center. It was kinda weird at first but it has a good reputation and because of its location, it is wicked convenient. The main area, the area where Sawyer's classes have been his ENTIRE life, is on one side: infants, toddlers, 2's, 3's, etc. Now that he is 4, he gets to start pre-school. Which means that I drop him off in the morning on one side and then when it is time for pre-school, his teacher rounds up the group and crosses the street. I've watched this many times and it is a lot like herding cats (thank god it is a rarely used street).
More important to me however, is that I have always thought how cute and grown up those 'school age' kids were. I was shocked when I realized that my son is now amoung the big kids. He's thrilled with his new teacher, school supplies (yes, we had to buy actual supplies - also surprising), and the fact that his class has computers to play on.
I never thought I would be one of those moms that runs after the school bus in her bathrobe and slippers, weeping when her baby goes off to school. BUT. A little part of me died when I watched him walk across the street yesterday.
Kindergarten is going to be hell.
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Oh, I remember just that. When Olivia was three she started Mother's Day Out program two days a week. I remember how HUGE her lunch box looked in comparison to her tiny, little body. And then Kindergarten. I couldn't wait for her to get out that first day of school. The days afterward never ended quickly enough; I was so eager to go get her.
She just started 2nd grade, and it's really easy now. BUT my little guy is about to start the same Mother's Day Out program, and I'm nervous and anxious for him. He's different than his sister. He's sensitive and shy and introverted. But I think he'll do okay.
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