The Scissors Will Keep Him Coming Back for More

Today, my Little Man became...well, more of a Little Man. He has been waiting for this day all summer, and for the last two weeks been counting down the days until today finally came. It was the first day of school.

All summer long, every time we would pass his preschool, he would holler out, "There's my school!" with so much pride I just knew he was going to be a pro on his first day of preschool. He did not disappoint, not even the slightest bit.

This morning he popped right out of bed and said, "This is the day I get to go to school like a big boy!" Then he got mad because I chose to make pancakes for the special day and it turned out he just wanted a breakfast bar.

Geesh, you try to make a day special...

He was the most excited about getting to wear his backpack. He has wanted one of his own for so long now. He has been wearing sister's for the last year, and FINALLY the day came when he got to pick out his own.

See how proud he is of his Diego backpack:


I was surprised, and a little proud myself, when I shed not a single tear. I guess it was just so fun to see him finally getting to do something he's wanted to do for so long. I didn't even think about my own emotions and the whole, "My baby, my last baby, is going to school". I just was so happy to see him happy.

Happy Boy walking up to the school building:


Once we got there, he didn't even hesitate for one second. Some mothers comforted their children as they cried for them not to leave. The other mothers, while their children were not crying, did still need to reassure their kids that they were coming back, and it would only be a little while. The Little Man marched right in and found the play dough table and started getting to work. I told him I was leaving, and he didn't even look up. He just said, "Bye, Mom," and kept on working.



I guess I could feel OK in the fact that he isn't afraid he is going to get left, but feeling a little needed, and your child wanting a little love from you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world either. Thankfully, when I came to pick him up, he was very happy to see me. He told me all about how he used the potty by himself today, and didn't forget to mention what good aim he had all by himself.

Proud moment.

He also was very excited about the fact that he did an art project with glue. You know that's special, and only allowed at school. Same thing goes for scissors. And really anything too messy like glitter, play dough, and paint.

That's why I pay them the big bucks.

Plus, it helps to entice the kids to go to school knowing the joys of a cut and paste project awaits. And it worked because The Little Man talked all about his art project and the glue sticks and scissors he had to use to make it. He was in cut and paste heaven.

Did I mention how nice it was to come home to a quiet house. I guess it would have been sad if it would've been for longer than two hours, but knowing I only had a short time helped me to sit back and relax. I didn't even think about missing them for one second. Mostly, because I didn't have enough time too, but also because it was just nice to sit and listen to music, and when the phone rang, I talked. I could hear what the other person was saying, and then I was able to process the conversation, and talk back to them.

It was beautiful.

By the time I noticed the dog was sad, and wondering where everyone was, it was time to go get them.

I guess I could get used to this new life...our new school life.