Oliver has been so excited to start preschool and yesterday was finally the day. He packed up his new angry birds backpack with his snack and toys (“enough to share with the other kids”, he said) and was ready to go.
We showed up a little early to look around, thinking that he would be overwhelmed by all of the kids and the new surroundings. But he jumped right in and was playing with another little boy even before we left.
He had no problem letting me go, although I’ll admit to being a bit teary-eyed (not in front of him). When I picked him up he gave me a big hug, said how much fun his new school was, and started telling me all about it. As a mother, I’m so happy to see him excited about school (especially since he has had trouble adapting to new things in the past), relieved that he wasn’t hanging onto my pant leg as I tried to leave, kind of wistful to think of how fast he is growing up (my god, is he really starting school??), but at the same time excited to see him develop and hit these milestones like a champ.
It’s such a mixed bag of feelings but they are all wrapped up with pride at the big boy he is.