I never thought I would be one of those moms that would get teary-eyed when their kid started school. I could just blame it on how fast things moved when Cooper was offered an opportunity to go to preschool, but truthfully I’ve been on a downward emotional spiral ever since Noel found a way to melt my snow queen heart and it’s only gotten exponentially worse with the arrival of my children.
Cooper had so much fun picking out a Thomas the Train backpack and repeatedly squealing “School!” but he seemed unaware that something life changing was happening. I was the one that couldn’t decide which outfit he should wear, worried that the alarm wouldn’t go off and felt too jittery to eat much breakfast. When we arrived at school he held my hand tight and took everything in and I actually felt a little better since he was giving me the opportunity to be the strong one. But when he started playing with toys and I couldn’t hardly get his attention to say goodbye I felt my voice catch. The teacher looked at me with concern and I put on a strong smile as I turned to leave. I hugged Ellen tight on the way to the car and told her “don’t ever grow up” to which she replied with a shove to my chest as she tried to wriggle out of my arms.
When we picked Cooper up he was enjoying himself, but he also seemed pleased that we’d come back for him. We’ve made it through two days of preschool now without anyone crying so I think things are headed in a good direction.