Bode and I have both been looking forward for the day that he was going to preschool. I thought that he needed some other interaction and he just wanted to go to school like all of the rest of the kids in the neighborhood. So the day before he went we needed to pack his backpack with a couple of things the teacher told us to bring, however, he wanted to pack his own backpack, so he went in his room and filled it with books and clothes and all sorts of stuff. Then he wore his backpack all day. That night while he was sleeping I took out his stuff and put in a pencil box and some tissues as the teacher had instructed. He woke up got dressed and was ready to go an hour before it started. He was so excited! Finally the time came. We walked in and Mrs. Leesa, who is darling, told him where to put his stuff and he turned to me and this is how the conversation went,
"see ya mom"
"wait let me take a picture of you"
"Okay, (smile) see ya"
"are you sure you will be okay"
"yep, see ya"
"Bye I will pick you up"
So I never thought I would be the one to be sad when he went to preschool, but I will admit it was pretty hard. I mean I have been with him pretty much everyday for the past three years and too think just like that they want you to leave so they can independent. It was crazy, but he loved every second of it. Life is so fun, every stage has it's challenges and also so many joys...
