First Day of Preschool

Somebody had their first day of school today.

It was bitter-sweet. Not because I was sad to see my little boy "grow up." He is only three after all. Still very little to me.

But, I feel somewhat guilty for sending him away. Like I should be able to take care of his needs at this young age. How can I turn my baby into someone else's care and miss out on all those wonderful moments?

Of course, my moments with him aren't always wonderful. They do make for good stories later on, but when you can no longer give your actual identity to poison control, well, you've got a handful.

Gymnastics was fun, but it wasn't enough to wear him out completely.

In the evenings I sit down to do reading lessons with Jayden and much less involved "preschool" workbook/lesson for Jackson--both simultaneously while watching Avery and keeping her from ripping either book. With very little help, Jackson would tear through each lesson. And he still wanted more.

More lessons, more worksheets, more.

This little busy-body is just too bored.

I must admit, I am relieved that it is boredom and not ADHA. But unless I can find about a million times more energy to keep up with him, Jayden, Avery, the house, and photography . . . I will have to accept the fact that preschool will be very good for him.

And after today, it seems as though it will be very good for us all.

Jackson went in without a problem. In fact, three of the ladies who work there had to physically help him turn to us and say "good bye." When I picked him up they said that it was as if he had been there forever. He had no problems.

Jackson came home with his art projects and worksheets, beaming with pride and told us snippets of what he had done. (The rest was apparently "classified" information that we couldn't hear about.)

And I must admit, it was nice to have a bit of peace and quiet in the afternoon, spending time with Jayden and getting things done. When the boys did reunite, they played together famously and didn't fight at all.

When bedtime came, I heard Jackson mumbling, "I big boy. I go to preschool. No Jayden, it's my preschool. I'm big. . . . " as he drifted off to sleep.

It was fabulous.

But a little sad too because, in spite of what I tell myself, I think he grew up just a little.