I DID it!
I sent my baby off to preschool last week. My third child. My last child. The little boy who has claimed my heart.
I've thought all summer long about how I would just bawl the first time I dropped that little guy off. (And I've also thought about the fit he'd probably throw when I left....)
Well, last Wednesday was the BIG day. Here's how our morning went:
John wakes up at 5:45 am. (2 HOURS earlier than normal...)
He won't eat breakfast.
We run out of diapers.
Everyone runs around like idiots trying to get ready.
I can't find the shoes that go with his outfit.
We get a ridiculously cute picture of him.
Arrive at school 20 minutes late.
I notice the bags full of supplies that all the moms have sent with their children.
John has a backpack with 2 MASSIVE, size 6 diapers left over from the neighbor. (because remember, we ran out?) Nothing else. No wipes, no change of clothes, no smock, tissue, folder, sanitizer. Nothin. Zip. Nada.
Screaming two year olds are all over the room. Ryan sets John down at a table with play-doh. We say "Bye!" and walk out the door.
John didn't cry. And........ neither did I!
I don't know why I didn't. I fully expected to be in tears. I felt sad, but not overly emotional. I knew he was fine. And as much as I want to hold on to his baby years, and not let him go, I know that there will be joy in each and every step that we go through with all of our children.
SO, take a look at the cutest picture you've ever seen. That's my little school boy, all dressed up in his Ralph Lauren duds. Can it get any cuter???