Yesterday was Alex’s first day of preschool. We had already visited the school several times over the summer, so Alex was familiar with the teachers, the classroom, the playground, etc. and we were confident that he would be fine. We talked a lot about it (well as much as you can talk about it to a 2-year-old) and Alex seemed very eager and excited to “go school”.
We were the first of Alex’s class to arrive. When we entered the classroom, Alex promptly let go of my hand, waved to his teachers, and ran right up to the shelves where the toys were kept. He was grinning ear to ear. Great, I thought, isn’t this what I wanted? I watched as other moms arrived holding little ones who didn’t want to let go.
We all hung around for a little while as the kids got settled in. When it came time for the parents to leave, there was inevitably a lot of heartwrenching crying and screaming. As for Alex? I walked over to him to say goodbye and barely looking up from what he was doing, he says to me, “buh-bye mama, see you later”!
He’s getting more and more like his father every day.
