Asher's first week of preschool has come and go. I know it's only preschool and even more so it's only two days a week for two and a half hours, but my word was it ever a challenge to leave him there. After the first day I wanted to give up and never go back. Don't tell my precious son this, but his crying really works. It makes me want to give in to his tears and pick him up and run out of the school and promise him I'll never make him try anything new and scary again. Instead I put a smile on my face and tell him I love him so much and that he is going to have so much fun playing with his friends and that I'll pick him up after snack time. I hug him and hand him to his teacher and then I walk away and do my best not to turn back and rip him out of his teacher's arms where I hear him crying "I want my mommy." And then I duck into the bathroom with Sienna on my hip and go into a stall, wipe some tears out of my eyes, take a deep breath and walk out into the world waiting for 11:45am so I can go and pick him up. Preschool drop off is going to give me PTSD I swear it.
Today when I went to pick him and saw him smiling and chatting away with his teacher and his friends I knew that preschool this year was the right decision for him. When we were walking to the car and he told me three times in a five minute span "I have fun at my preschool" I felt myself relax and get excited for next week. Later when I asked him what his friends' names were and he told me "Becca. Her beautiful" I started to panic again. I love this little boy so much and I'm excited for many more "firsts" to come.
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