This has been a momentous week--Christopher started preschool! I am not sure who was more excited--me or Chris!
His schedule is MWF afternoons. Monday was only an hour and the parents stayed. They did a couple of projects, then had circle time.
At one point during circle time they were singing a song that several of the kids knew, but Christopher did not. He kept looking back at me, and I could tell he was a little upset. Finally he yelled out "Why can't I go to school with my brothers?!" I nearly busted out laughing. Poor kid.
Wednesday was his first "real" day. On the way he kept balling up his fists and exclaiming "I am so excited!"
The other boys all came with me to pick him up. They hugged him and oohed and ahhed over him. As we were heading out for our celebratory yogurt stop Christopher told us about his day. When I asked him about the other kids he exclaimed "There was lots of friends, all for me!"
My youngest child is now in preschool. This will be the last time I experience this "first". I suppose I should be a little melancholy about the entire event, but I honestly am not. Christopher is so happy to finally have "school" to share with his brothers. And you know what I have realized over the years? While I will never have this "first" to experience, I have so many new "firsts" ahead of me. I can't wait!
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