So this happened,,,
On August 22nd, my oldest little man started preschool. Cue the tears.
Let’s start from the beginning.
Back in January, I submitted an application for Emery at a Montessori preschool nearby. I knew it was time to get him into a more structured environment, especially with his little brother on the way. Our friends send their children to a Montessori school (although sadly too far away for us) and love it, so after looking into it, we decided it was the best route for E. We found out shortly thereafter that he had been accepted and would start two days a week starting in August!
I mentioned this in E’s 3 year update, but the main issue standing in the way of starting school was him being potty trained. After 2 months of “training,” he finally got the gist of it just before his school start date, with the occasional accident. I worried that without me there to remind him to stop and go, he would be (& make) a mess at school. I even contemplated sending him in a pull-up his first week, so any accident would be unnoticeable. But after a lot of thought and some consultation with my Mama tribe, I ended up deciding on undies. After all, what would that be telling him if I sent him in a pull-up? That it was okay to have accidents? I didn’t want to give him mixed messages. But I DID send 2 changes of clothes with him, just in case.
FFWD to August and to Open House! Vaughn stayed with a friend while E and I had a “special date” the Friday before his first day. His (four) teachers were all there to meet the kiddos as they went from room to room and explored on their own terms. It was super helpful for us to have that time to allow him to become more comfortable with his future surroundings. He chose his favorite shirt for the occasion.
Sunday night was a first for ME,,, making my first school lunch!! Emery’s school goes from 9-1130a, and then he stays until 1p for Lunch Bunch, where they eat and socialize together as a group. This part is optional, but I figured why not?? Not to mention it gives me a little extra “mama” time. As you can see, I got really into lunch making. I mean, how about that lunch box? 😉 #pinkishisfavoritecolor
Monday morning was spent having breakfast, getting changed, and making sure all his “peeps” was out of his system prior to departure. We also had a little photo shoot on the porch because,, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!
So stinkin’ handsome.
His school follows the “car line” system, where you drive up to the door, unbuckle your babe, then a teacher comes out to the car and brings them inside. I had done a LOT of prepping so that he wouldn’t freak out when it was time to get out, but alas,, he freaked. Lots of tears. Kicking and screaming too. It’s happened before at swim class, and usually he calms down the second he gets inside. So as I drove away watching my tear-stained toddler make his way through the schoolhouse door, I hoped he would calm down as he has before. I felt a little sad about it. But it wasn’t until Vaughn and I got back home, and I realized just how quiet the house was that a few tears fell.
I still spent the next few hours hoping he was okay, and thats when I checked my email and was surprised by an email from the school director. It was titled, “Emery did great :)” with this picture,,
All I could do was smile 🙂 He was doing it.
I arrived at car line a few minutes before 1p, sat and said a teeny prayer that the outfit I dropped him off in was the outfit I would pick him up in.
The door opened,,,
I see yellow shorts! I see yellow shorts!!!
Paired with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen 😀
He did it!! He made it through his first day! And he was so happy to see me.
He didn’t give up too much info in regards to how his day went besides “good” and “I played” (I guess this is typical?!). But I could tell he was pooped. I thought he was going to pass out on the 7 minute drive home, but he powered through. I couldn’t even get him to go down for a nap. So instead I took the boys for a late-day stroller run with an ending that looked a little something like this,,,
The one good thing about a nap strike is that it makes for an early bedtime. So my little guy awoke Tuesday morning bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for preschool day #2. Of course I was worried about drop-off again and hoped it didn’t go as it had the day before. But this time, the door opened, and out he trotted without a tear in his eye! “Bye Mama! I you!”
Be still my heart. My little boy is growing up,,,