C started his first day at a Montessori program today.
He'll be 4 in December, and based on how his personality is, I thought the whole episode was going to run smoothly. I was wrong.
I literally needed one of the teachers to hold onto him, as I left, to get him to let go, and not bolt out of the exit. Not to mention, R WANTED to stay at school. Emotions were running high on all parts, and I broke too. I had to kiss my poor monkey quickly, then leave before the serious waterworks started flowing on my behalf. It was harsh.
As I leave, one of the teachers tell me, "this is normal, but if it's a problem, we'll call you". PLEASE don't have to call me...
And they didn't *phew*. And when I returned to pick C up, he was bubbling over in joy, so happy that he went to "school", made a friend, and told me how excited he was to go back.... Bullet dodged! lol
SO, I'm beyond ecstatic for my BIG BOY to get some serious structured beginnings, and the hours a week of one on one I get to spend with R, to ready him for school next fall. Time is flying, and I am saddened, and happy by it all :)
