I had been looking forward to Griffin being able to go to preschool. He was excited and I thought it'd be nice for him to get out of the house and do some "big boy" activities. Last night however, I suddenly became overwhelmed with the idea of him now becoming a "school kid" and feeling like he is now sprinting down the path towards adulthood. I know it may sound a little silly, since he is only going two mornings a week, but still, I'm sure you moms out there understand these feelings... right? If he had shown any indication of discontent, I probably would have pulled him out and waited until next year. After all, he still has two years to go before kindergarten. However, he was sooooo excited to go this morning and I choke up just thinking about how proud I am of him. I was terrified of starting school as a kid (actually I was terrified of starting anything new) and so to watch my excited little boy march into his classroom filled me with admiration. Although I could tell he was a bit intimidated, he plastered a nervous smile on his face and bravely gave me an extra 4 or 5 hugs and kisses and went and sat down with the other kids. He was beaming when I picked him up 3 hours later. And now I can't help but wonder... how on earth will I deal with my three babies starting school one day??!
How cute are little kids with back packs??!
Come on mommy!
In his classroom... what a little man :)