Yesterday was my BABY’S first day of pre-school. When I started to get a little nostalgic about it on Monday night, feeling like the time is going way too fast, my husband reminded me that this isn’t “real” school. This is PRE school and it’s more like a Mother’s Day Out program where I get to do fun things for 3.5 hours and be with our other child, not to mention get a few more things done around the house! He also told me that the “real” school really starts when he is in Kindergarten which is a good 3 years away. Ok, phew. Thanks Chad! I feel better! So, this morning when I woke up I knew I had to get my day started the right way with a nice run. I did 5 miles on my trusty treadmill and then headed upstairs to prepare a nice little breakfast for my little guy. I prepared everything I needed to last night so that this morning wouldn’t be a mad rush. This morning I made a “first day of school” sign for him to stand by (excuse the messed up “P”, my son smeared it) and take a picture with. It seems as though everyone these days is doing this sign making thing so I had to join.
We said goodbye to dad, got Campbell ready and left for school. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about leaving him there or how he’d do but he really made me proud. We talked all the way to preschool about his teachers and what he’d likely be doing all morning. I think it also helped that we went to an open house on Friday afternoon last week to help him see the place and get familiar with things. Once we parked I had Emmett hold his lunch box and I carried in the rest of the required supplies. Once we got into the classroom Emmett wasn’t overly excited and didn’t really want to leave his lunch box in the cubby provided either. He didn’t want to talk to his teachers either and sort of gave them the cold shoulder. I sort of half expected this as I’ve dropped him off at the gym daycare several times and he’s acted the same way. However, once he got inside he ran straight to the crayons and paper and helped himself to a drawing. He sat in the chair and colored for a split second then tore off and began playing with all the endless amounts of toys. Once I saw that he no longer cared if I was there or not I asked him to pick up his lunch box and put it in the cubby. He happily ran over to his dropped lunch box and placed it in the cubby with a big grin on his face. We went back inside and he picked up right where he’d left off. I knew this was my opportunity to leave but I didn’t want to just sneak out. I know this works for some parents but I also know that Emmett does better if there’s a clear goodbye. He likes to know what’s going on and where people have gone. I went over to him and knelt down to his level. I told him I was going to leave for a little bit but that I’d be back later to get him. I asked him to give me a hug and a kiss and he did just that. No hesitation, he came right over to me and put his tiny arms around me and kissed me right on the lips then ran away from me jumping back into his excited state of mind. I had a real proud mom moment and told my friend who’s daughter is in Emmett’s class that I didn’t want to send E mixed signals so I was going to leave and if she wanted to meet up for coffee later to let me know. I walked out of that preschool with my head held high knowing that Emmett was happy and in good hands.
I wasn’t even the LEAST bit sad or teary or anything. I can only explain the feeling that I had as freedom. I was so excited to have the ENTIRE morning to myself. I went with my friend to coffee, I went to Nordstrom Rack and treated myself to new sports bras, I went to the Dollar Tree to find organizing materials for the one million projects I have around the house, I went to Tuesday Mornings to see what sort of decorative things I may be interested in buying and I made a pit stop at the grocery store for tonight’s dinner. I can’t even believe how fast the time flew and before I knew it I was rushing back to preschool to pick my guy up! Holy cow…3.5 hours is NOT ENOUGH TIME!!! I need to plan this out a little bit better next time 🙂
So here’s where it sort of gets interesting. I parked the car and got Campbell out. We walked into the preschool to get my guy and as I turned the corner the teacher was waving her hands to come in. I thought to myself “ok, good, I’m not too late or too early!”. Then I saw my boy. His eyes looked really red and swollen and one of his teachers was holding him in her lap. They all started explaining to me that he’d basically done great up until the last half an hour. He broke down and just started sort of freaking out asking for me. I didn’t even know what to say considering he’s always been fine when I leave him. He saw me and BURST into tears and ran over to me and hugged my leg crying “momma, momma”. My heart sank because I felt so bad for him. He had huge tears rolling down his face. I picked him up and hugged him and told him I always come back for him. He calmed down and then gathered his things and finally stopped crying. The teachers assured me that he was fine almost the entire time and really did have a great time. They even showed me pictures of what he did all day.
After leaving preschool I took Emmett to go get some ice cream, emotional eating at it’s finest. He was 100% back to his old spunky self the second we left and he has even been talking about how excited he is to see his preschool teachers again this week.
To be honest, I’m a little nervous about how day 2 will go but we’ll take it day by day. I’m still so so proud of my little guy for doing something new and being so excited about it. I’m a little more nervous about things not going well and me not getting my free time! I’m going to do my best to make sure Emmett has a good experience this year in new surroundings. I feel as a parent it’s my duty to make sure I have a well adjusted child. We may have bad days but hopefully the good out ways the bad.