Today is my son's first day of Preschool. Last night when I was getting everything ready for today all these thoughts kept racing through my mind. I first couldn't believe that the big day was here already. As I looked at his sweet face I thought he's only three. Is he too young? Am I starting too early? He's going to be the youngest in his class, am I pushing him into this? As I picked out his clothes I thought about how silly it was that I was fretting over what he should wear. Is there a latest fashion trend for a Preschooler? Do I have to worry about him being in style? What about the other children in his class? Are they going to like him? Will he be teased? How can I protect him if I'm not there with him? But then I realized, they are all three. They are all just children. This age is a blessing for they are more interested in making friends and playing than judging each other. It is us parents that get caught up in the comparisons and ridicule of others. I hope this is not something I teach my son. I pray instead that he is a confident and kind boy who looks for the good in people and is a protector, not a bully.
I feel that my job is to help him grow into to such a person. Instead of doing everything for him, I asked him for his help. He helped pick out his clothes last night and was very happy to put on his bright orange and navy warm up suit and basketball t-shirt this morning. There was no fighting about what shoes to wear. He happily helped put his snacks composed of fish crackers, grapes, and string cheese in his backpack along with his spiderman waterbottle. He couldn't wait to put his backpack on because he picked it out. He was nothing but a ball of excitement as we departed for school. We had been talking and preparing for today for weeks. He knew where his school and classroom were because we had visited it previously. He had already met his teachers, and all but ran into the classroom to say hello and start playing. I told him that I was going to leave, but that I would be back for him when school was over. "Ok bye mom," was all he said.
I felt odd walking back to my car and had to take a moment to gather my thoughts. There were no tears today, not from me or from him. I did my best to make sure he was comfortable and prepared for school and he was. He was confident and excited.
Because he is such a busy and adventurous boy, I was wondering how long it would take before I had a conversation with his teacher about his actions. He did wonderfully today and minus a small incident with hand sanitizer (he licked it), we think he will do just fine. I am so very thankful for the boy he is growing into. I know this is just the begining, but I can't help but feel that maybe I did something right this time. I pray that I can keep it up and help lead him on the path he is supposed to go.
I can't wait to hear about his adventures tomorrow. Until then my friends! Ta Ta!
Hi there! Welcome to Grace In A Glass. My name is Danielle and I am so happy that you are visiting this site today. We all have something in life that we are working to overcome. I began blogging about my struggle with overcoming Esophageal Dysmotility and Crohn's Disease with the hope of reaching others with words of encouragement and hope. Thank you for letting me share my stories with you, and hope you have the most wonderful day!