First week of Preschool

John started preschool this past week. Three half days, just enough to introduce him to the structure and social situation. Both Big Daddy and I dropped him off the first day. I thought I would be the strong one. Any mom or dad that has been through this already is laughing I'm sure, I cried of course. I cried in the car to the school, I cried in the classroom as we left. I cried as we drove away. My little boy, growing up, being on his own, in a totally new situation where neither Big Daddy nor I would know 100% of what he was experiencing.

John, of course, had a great time.

He had stories each day of the letters that his teacher put on the board, the birthday cupcakes that had for snack one day, the boys he played with in the school playground. He brought home his work in his bookbag and proudly showed us the letter "a" he colored in and his new workbook.

I'm sure we'll have many more stories now that John has entered this new realm. For now, I'm glad it's Saturday and I have my little boy all to myself today.