On Monday Noah started his first day at Preschool. He was not excited about this at all. Matter of fact when we went to tour schools he was very clear on the fact he was NOT going to school and did not like any of the ones we looked at. He didn’t want to leave his momma, his words.
School started at 8 AM sharp so we got there about 15 minutes early to make sure he knew where to go to class and was comfortable. He went in that morning giving everyone the silent treatment, including me. I called around lunch time to check on him and they said he was doing great. When I arrived to pick him up he was playing outside. He told me all about his fun filled day and was very proud of himself for writing the letter H and explained to me how it stood for Horse but also went in his name.
Noah’s father and I decided to enroll him in the Monday, Wednesday, Friday program instead of five days a week. We wanted him to get used to going without completely changing his full week routine. Plus private preschool is costly. Tonight when I tucked him in bed he wasn’t as nervous about going to school tomorrow. I believe he is actually looking forward to it. I know he had fun and even somewhat seems excited. Next we get to go shopping for his school supply list.
Noah might be handling starting preschool okay but I’m a little sad to say the least. He’s my baby. He’s my last child. Monday was a difficult day for me. They grow up too fast! I miss the baby days already and am having a hard time imagining my last little one off to school. I’m not sure I’m ready for this…