I thought I had a few more years before all my kids were in school.
I look back at the day when I was a firm believer in homeschooling my children.
Today I sent my 2 year old to preschool.
No pictures.
I was too traumatized.
If I wasn't convinced he needed help beyond what I can give him at home I wouldn't have sent him.
I'm glad he has this opportunity.
He attends the early intervention preschool in our school district.
He needs help with his speech.
He looked so big wearing his backpack that is as big as he is.
Or maybe it just reminded me of how little he really is.
As we hugged him good-bye his little lip started to quiver and his eyes turned red and filled with tears.
Mine did too!
They wisked him away.
Ken took my hand and guided me to the door.
As we drove away from the school Kate shook her head sadly and said, "Mom, it's just not right. Our baby is too little to go to school."
I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
He did well.
I survived!
We picked him up and he jabbered excitedly all the way home.
No clue what he said but it sounded fun!
Tomorrow he gets to ride the school bus...
I will take a picture.
Funny moment among all my tears:
Kate was so sad about leaving Henry at school. Ken asked her if she remembered her first day of school. Kate answered, very matter of factly, "Yea, I remember it all right. You signed me up and left. Thanks!" Did I mention there was a hint of disgust in her voice?
