his first day

on september 5th liam started pre-school.  i just about lost my shit.  my baby started school!  i know they aren't doing rocket science or learning quantum physics, but he's started "formal" school.  for some reason i thought that i was going to be okay with this.  i'm a teacher.  it's no big deal.  it's only pre-school, whateve's.  um, apparently it's totally a big deal and i had a bit of a mommy meltdown.  who knew that taking when i took my first born to his first day of school it would almost bring on the ugly cry.  to be fair, i guess i've finally just realized that my baby boy is no more a baby.  he's a big boy.  a big boy that goes to school now.  as he like to remind all the time.  

anyways, on september 5th, pre-mommy meltdown, i left work early to take him for his first day.  picked him up at the day home, he was practically vibrating and was so excited to go and learn his numbers.  he's recently been all about numbers, not so much the letters anymore.  made sure he had gone potty (big things have been happening on the potty front around here!) and headed out.  got to school and went in  to meet his teachers and check things out.  i was a little worried that he would play shy-guy and hide behind mommy, but he did the complete opposite.  in the door, "hi i'm liam"  and immediately to all the toys.  we played together for a little bit, but after awhile he was all about trying to play with the other kids.  awesome.  he did get a little shy at circle time when everyone was singing, but i'm sure that won't last long.  he's far too social for that.  he gets so excited every day he gets to go to school, two afternoons a week this year, and has started asking if he's going to school every morning on our drive to the day home.  very happy we got into the afternoon class because it means that i am able to pick him up from school everyday.  i love being a teacher.

after school we picked up averie and went home for snacks.  and a mommy meltdown.  and really i wasn't feeling particularly sad about liam going to school.  i think it was more a result of the realisation that he's no longer my little baby.  he's growing up.  and he's going to keep growing up.  this was just another milestone.  one that maybe i just wasn't ready to face.  and so there were tears, not ugly cry tears, just tears.  i'm glad i was able to take him on his first day, but i wish that i didn't feel like it just snuck up on me.  a year ago we were all hanging out at home, doing crafts, playing with play-doh and he was my little man.  my two year old.  now it's like he's all grown up and going to school.  and three.  what's next, girls and cars?  think maybe we've still got a few years before that happens.

i hope he always loves school as much as he did 

on his first day.