Today was Evan's first day of preschool at Here We Grow in Auburn. As a mom who has been home with her little guy since the day he was born, this was a big day for us! It was the first time that we would be taking Evan somewhere and leaving him there for a few hours when he wasn't with friends or family or our trusted babysitter. I have known this day was coming since the spring when we decided which preschool to send him too and I experienced just about every emotion possible today. Happy, sad, anxious, excited, nervous...you name it, I felt it all. Would the other kids play with Evan...would he play with them? Would they be nice to him...would he freak out if something didn't quite go his way? Would he like it...would he learn a lot? Would he remember to use his manners...would he have an accident? I could go on and on.
We have been talking about him going to school in the recent weeks, trying to explain a little bit of what he could expect. He would go from being excited about it to nervous to anxious. I guess he was feeling all of the same things as I was.
Today, after I shed a few tears last night, we woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and headed out the door. We took a few minutes for some photos at home and then we were off. I was doing ok, a bit stressed but ok, until I started the car. Then the water works started. I tried hard not to let Evan know I was crying, I didn't want him to be upset. He was quite all the way there in the car and thankfully I was able to pull it together. We went in the building, washed hands as is the procedure at HWG, and got in line to head into his classroom. Evan got started at the play-doh table just inside the door and was doing ok. I on the other hand was fighting back tears the entire time (as I am doing now...and I am posting this 4 weeks later)! I kissed him on the top of the head and basically ran out of the room. I didn't want him to see me crying and I didn't want to be THAT mom. Thankfully Bruce was with us so he said goodbye to Evan and drove home so I didn't have to try and see through the tears. Deep down I knew he would be fine and I knew that with time he would come to love preschool but he is still my baby and is growing up way too fast! I went back to pick Evan up two and a half hours later and he had had a great day! Let's hope that this is the start of a very successful school career for our little man!
(As I mentioned, I am posting this late and Evan has already completed 4 weeks of school. The second day drop-off was much harder on both of us because Evan was crying and he didn't want me to leave. There were a couple of other days when he was reluctant to go but not too bad and one day in particular that just broke my heart. He had been saying all morning that he didn't want to go to school, he didn't want me to start the car or park the car, etc. I knew it was going to be tough. He pulled it together for the most part but then when I went to leave and looked back at him, he was standing in the middle of the room, crying, sad and needing a hug. It took everything I had not to pick him up and take him home. That was week 2 or 3. Last week there were no issues and on Thursday when we pulled in to the parking lot, Evan shouted "School!" He is beginning to really like it and even sits with the other kids a circle time, which he didn't do for the first 3 days.)
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