Preschool is Underway

I dropped Parker off at preschool for the first time last Thursday. Absolutely no tears were shed...from either of us. It was so exciting. I've been waiting since April when I decided to which school I would send him. Call me unsentimental, but I'm not going to fake sadness as my first born baby walked his confident little self into a classroom of strangers and told me he was fine. I was proud of his independence. As for me, though I cherished many moments of Parker's early life, I LOVE all the "activities" he is old enough to get involved with now. I have my moments where I cry thinking of how small he use to be and how he's lessening his dependency on me, but he still lets me hold him on my lap and kiss his face, so I haven't much to complain about yet. Though it's slightly hard to let someone else have control over my little man, I know he's in God's hands.

When I picked Parker up, he said he had a great day and that he wished he could stay all day. I'll let him happily entertaining that thought now because in about 10 years he's going to wish he could only go to school for 3 hours. I asked my little P if he had gotten in trouble at all while at school. He admitted to two offenses. He poked people because he wanted to and he ran in the classroom. I cracked up hearing him tell the story of how the teacher "held his hand" when he got in trouble. He said she wouldn't let him go for a little while. Ha! Considering Parker's capabilities, I'll call the first day a success. I just hope that I'm not the first mom to be called in for a parent/teacher conference for my preschooler. Fingers crossed. He really is a good little boy, but he's also a handful and a little "special" as I like to call him. I would love to be a fly on the wall to see him interact without the presence of his momma, but part of the fun is hearing from him about his day.

He was so handsome his first day. I know, I'm very biased.