First day of school

J-man approached his first day of school the same way he approaches just about everything 'new' in his life-- with just a smidge of anxiety and trepidation. While I did nothing but talk great things about how much fun school would be, and how many friends he'd make, and how the teacher would love him, he still went to bed last night insisting that he didn't want to go.

This morning was more of the same, and finally broke down into him wrapping himself around me, burying his head and wailing "But Mama! I don't want to leave you!"

Talk about heart-wrenching! I assured him that I would go with him, and I'd stay for as long as he'd like me to. He cried all the way to the car, sulked all the way to the school, then walked through the front door, and I ceased to exist. Hooray.

I asked him, after a few minutes, if he was ready for me to leave, and he just shrugged his shoulders and said "Yeah, go Mama." Then he turned right back to his activity without so much as a goodbye wave.

I'll admit I teared up a little, but in a good way. I was just so proud to see him there, enjoying himself.

I had feared we'd have a repeat of the daycare days of screaming and wailing and misery like we have in the past. But I feel really good about this school, and it looks like mother's intuition is already paying off.

We tried our best to get a good "first day of school" picture, but it didn't work out so well.