Thomas started preschool today. He did awesome when I dropped him off, and I only shed about 5 minutes of tears as I drove away to pick up Nell at my friend’s house. He’s over the moon. We chose a little Christian preschool near our house. We have a history that made handing our son over to a relative stranger pretty tough on me, and with T’s June birthday we will have to make a decision next year about whether he should start Kindergarten when he’s 5 or 6, so I considered not starting him in preschool this year at all. But I know that preschool is what’s right for T – he’s been asking to go to school for a year – I know he will love it, and I know that it’s an important aspect of early childhood education. I can’t wait to pick him up later this morning and hear all about his day…and hold him…forever.
And so, we have a preschooler. And with the start of school, Fall is unofficially here.