First Day Jitters

I've been planning this inevitable separation for months...Truman's first day of preschool. Not wanting him to struggle with change, we visited the school a couple times in the summer, did more than one too many tours, and had meet-and-greets with the teachers. I even cranked up the kudos by applauding his school-tastic skills at home these last couple of weeks.

Here he is out the door and off to school:

He did incredibly well and adapted to his new environment as if he's been going to school for years. Thinking I was going to have to stay for a while to wipe his tears, console him, and tell him that the comforting rituals of life at home were over, I was the one needing tissue and an exit strategy. I didn't drag out the long goodbyes so while he was playing with his new found toys I tapped him on the shoulder to tell him I was leaving. He turned around and I hugged him with all my heart and soul with tears streaming down my face. I finally let go, he looked into my eyes and said, "Why you crying Mommy? Don't cry." Trying to hold back the rest of my tears I said, "I'm fine. I'm just so proud of you."

All along it was me who was going to have first day jitters. I wasn't ready to let go of my first born son but I was reassured knowing I had done my job as a Mommy. I had raised a confident and self-assured 2 1/2 year old boy ready for a wild wind adventure of new faces, yummy hot lunches, and potty training.

A final send off. Truman's smile tells you how excited he is about school:
Let's hope this excitement will last for 20 more years so I can watch him graduate from architecture school. Daddy would be so proud.