Today I took you to your very first day of preschool at Orchard Hills.
I’m sorry I teared up and hugged you 4 times.
Actually, I’m not. I have it on good authority that I am not the only mother who has trouble processing this life-change.
I made you a little back pack to hold a change of clothes and a couple extra diapers. You’re so big! You could hardly eat a thing this morning… you knew something was happening. All you wanted to do was go ‘bye bye.’
Ry, we never intended to send you to school at 2 and a half years old. We thought we’d keep you here, home-school, pick flowers, and take long naps. But, you have always shown us that there are many ways to do things. You are a great teacher. You need help talking, and you loooooove to be with other kids. I know you will love the 3 hours a day of freedom from mom. Actually, I think we’ll both be better friends for it… as crazy as that sounds.
Every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday I’m gonna drive you to school right down the road. Wednesdays, we’ll take a break and be at home. Mrs. Amy will teach you stories and letters and colors. You’ll have speech and physical and occupational therapy to keep your muscles thinking. And, in October you get to go on a field trip to the pumpkin patch. Break my heart. Your new teachers already love you very much… I met all 10 of them yesterday at a meeting where we discussed your progress over the past year in at-home therapy and the goals for this coming year. I was humbled by the fact that they were so serious about you and so ready to help you move up to the next level. I trust them. I really do. I think they will love you well. They better. I’m little, but I’m scrappy. Just like you.
It’s very quiet here without you this morning. No ‘Mahhhhhm!’ every few seconds, no slider door opening and shutting, no stroller crashing down the hallway. I am going to learn to use this time wisely… after today. After a little wandering and reading and hot chocolate and worrying. I get one day.
I’ll see you in a little bit.