First Day of School 2014-2015

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Monday, August 18, 2014 was a big day in our house, the little guy started preschool.

Since he was 11 weeks old he has been going to "school," but this is different.  This is put your backpack on, pack your lunch, get on a bus, school.  This is it.  The real thing.

Since he was 15 months old he has been receiving therapy visits from PT, ECSE, OT and speech, but this is different.  This is aging out of services.  This is joining children of all needs together.  This is it.  The real thing.

We had preschool orientation last week where we met the teachers, encouraged him to engage with his classmates and shared nervous smiles with other parents.  My little boy, my itty bitty, was going to be embarking on big, bold, changes.  An exciting, new part of his journey in learning to spread his wings and fly.  

No matter how much information the school social workers shared, or the how much the educators shared, or how much the new therapists shared, nothing prepares you for that morning of drop off. 

We got to the school about 10 mins early and walked to the meeting area.  I reassured him that I had cut up one of his favorite blankies so he had a comfort square in his backpack.  I told him he had his snack packed.  I excitedly reminded him the bus would pick him up after class.

And then, the door to the school opened, and my little guy slipped right in, running with glee to the staff waiting in the hall, giving high fives to the friends he met seconds ago, and never looking back.  I called to him. I waved at him.

And then, I yelled from the door,  "Mommy loves you, have a good day, I'll miss you, have fun, I'll see you tonight, be good, Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you."  He danced around the hall ready for the day.

And then, just like that I had a preschooler who it seems was ready to graduate college.

Jason and I walked the lonely walk back to our cars as my big sunglasses covered my teary eyes.  Jason asked if I needed to go home to cut myself a piece of his favorite blankie so I had a comfort square to get me through the day.  I didn't, my blankie for the day was the memory of my brave, sweet boy, bolding facing the newness of preschool.    

I'm so proud, and and I'm right there helping my little guy learn to soar, while he helps me learn to soar too.

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