So, Lear started preschool today. We had some miscommunications with another preschool, and I had to find a new one post-haste, so he's starting a little late. I can't believe my little baby, my preemie, whose ribcage collapsed just after he was born and had to stay in the NICU for a week is big enough to go to preschool. I remember his little nose pressed up against my breast the first time we nursed, and the first time I heard him laugh; his bald little head and his sweet smell. I'm looking forward to spending some alone time with Ella, but I must admit I'm a little teary-eyed that my little boy isn't so little anymore - and this is just preschool! We haven't even gotten to kindergarten yet and I'm already weepy. This doesn't bode well.
What I'm grateful for is that he's secure enough that he has no problems being left in a new place with new people. He jumped right in, talking and playing, as if he's known all the other kids and the teacher all his life. He really is a friendly, happy, sweet, and good little boy. I often think that my kids deserve a much better mother than me, but that doesn't keep me from seizing every moment I have with them.
Lear quote:
Daddy, in his Darth Vader voice: "Lear, I am your father!"
Lear, imitating Daddy: "I know!"
Ella quote:
Ella, pointing at a drawing that Daddy just made: "Cow!"
Daddy: "No, Ella, that's a shoe, not a cow."
Ella: "No, Daddy, dat cow! Moo!"
1 comment:
Oh I understand your feelings EXACTLY. But you're a good mom.
We all can see room for improvement in hindsight....trust me. I wish I could have been there to see him meet and greet the others. He really is confidant and friendly. Have fun with Ella!!
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