Preschool....Day 1

I think Mike was pretty happy when I finally picked out a preschool for Max. I can't tell you how many times during our first couple of weeks here I kept analyzing the options. I think I just felt like I was so far behind the curve (everyone that has someone in preschool knows this is typically done in January - not late July/August). But, after some great recommendations, we finally picked one out. His first day was great.

I feel like a bit of a sob - after taking him in, I got all teary eyed thinking how much and how quickly he's grown. Then, I got more teary eyed as I thought "this is it - next year is kindergarten," and then thinking about how much older he'll be next year made me even more teary eyed.

Parenting is the funniest thing. I feel like I can go through the entire gamut of emotions in something as simple as dropping your son off for preschool. Am I ready for him to go back? You bet. Am I thrilled that he's socializing? You bet.

But, I guess there will always be that "mom" element, that when I see this tall, red headed boy walking confidently into the classroom, I'll instantly picture this tiny newborn in my arms on his very first day one. And, then I think I'll always feel the surge of memories and emotions in fast forward that have brought me to the present moment and then my heart just floods open thinking about all that he has to give to this world and what his future holds.

Dang it. Just typing this thing is making me all teary eyed again. Well, if you've read this far, you know my point of this post was to announce that he has started preschool. So there. Preschool has begun.