Preschool

Little Guy started preschool today.

We're setting the alarm three mornings a week.  We're carpooling with his best buddy.  We're packing turkey sandwiches and carrot sticks.  We're laying clothes out the night before.

It's all so...school-ish.

And while that's a bit much for me to comfortably digest right now, and while going to school is a bit of a challenge for our shy, sensitive, home-loving boy, the first day was good.

I was on duty as the parent helper, which made the adjustment {for both of us} much easier.  Little Guy didn't work up the nerve to say a single word to anyone all day long and he turned bright red when the welcome song hit the verse with his name in it.  But he did participate to the extent that there was group participation, and I do believe he was the world's most devoted line caboose.  I felt so privileged to be there to see it all.

My hopes for him this year are that he makes a friend or two on his own, that he learns to trust others, that he feels the freedom of self-assurance, and that he gains a sense of all the knowledge that awaits him.

Preschool.  It's going to be good for us.