Well, he started school. Granted, it's pre-school--only two days a week for about three hours, but for Noah, this is it. He has a backpack, a teacher, recess, and snack. I dropped him off in the classroom, where he found the play dough and never looked back. I told him (very carefully) that I was leaving, he would be fine, yada, yada, yada . . . . Didn't phase him one bit. I don't even think he noticed me leave. I was proud of myself--I didn't cry. I came home, cleaned, checked email, read, drank hot chocolate. It was awesome. I'm really rethinking the three-day-a-week plan.
When I drove through car line, I could see him light up and say "there's my MOM!" He bounded (safely) to the car and hopped in with his teacher in tow. She said he had a great day, and by his account on the way home, she was right. Highlights: Itchy Inchworm, recess (where apparently a boy pushed him, but he--virtuously--did not push back), snack (cheese, graham crackers, grapes--and Mrs. St. Clair wore GLOVES), instruments (yes, he played the drums), and sitting down when the other children did not (wide-eyed innocence).
So, it was a success. He's ready to go back. And I'm looking forward to my next hot chocolate.
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