Preschool!

My baby's so big now! He started preschool this month. I was the paranoid, over-protective mama that stayed back lurking in the shadows to make sure he was ok. My heart was breaking and he just left me standing in the door to go play with all the toys. I was like hey, come back here and love me! I had the most strangest feelings of anger, guilt and pride all at once. He didn't need me or miss me (this made me angry), I just couldn't leave him there with strangers! (guilt) and wow he's such a brave big boy (pride).

Then the second day, ha!. He wouldn't let me leave! The teacher had to distract him while I snuck out of the classroom. But I missed him all day (three very long hours). I kept thinking if he was home we'd be having a snack together now, or he would be playing with his cars now. Then I texted his teacher and she said he's perfectly fine and sent a picture of him engrossed in an activity.

Now a week has passed, and we're all pretty much used to the routine. I finally have a few free hours during the day to catch up on my blog here. Eat breakfast in peace. and just breathe. I don't feel like my little buddy is missing anymore and I know it's good for him to be away from mama for some time. It's also a good way for me to meet other moms in my area and a reason to get out of the house and drive more. Plus, I can give more attention to his little brother. It's a win-win for everyone; albeit a bittersweet win-win.