Curtis - Preschool

This morning I dropped my "baby" off at preschool. I suppose I expected to be happy about the four hours a week of "free time" that would be mine once my youngest was finally going to school. I expected to cheer; to hip-hip-hooray...or do something equally, selfishly, celebratory.

I did not expect to miss him so much. Or to fight back the tears as I drove away and realized I had no one depending on me. (sniff, sniff)

But then I spent an hour at a clothing store with NO CHILDREN...and I got over it.

With an accelerated (and successful) push at potty-training, this little boy was R-E-A-D-Y to begin school at "the blue school". He donned his brand-new backpack and posed for his very own First Day of School pictures with a smile.

And he had a blast! On our way home I heard all about his best friends (all 7 of them), Miss Heather (his new favorite person), and sitting on the floor. He loved it all.

(Miss Heather subsequently told me all about Curtis' tendency to build guns out of everything...blocks, pencils, crayons, fingers. Apparently she finally just told him that he wasn't allowed to shoot any of the kids in the class. Yikes!)

Then, when I read this cute little poem and saw that cute little handprint...I must admit I felt a little sad all over again.

Then I got over it.