Today, our boy had his first day flying solo at preschool. My wife has been visiting our lovely little Montessori with him for over a month, and he has very quickly fallen in love with the school and his teacher. Today, when J dropped him off, he did not cry. He gave her a hug and a kiss, watched her leave from the window, and then got to work. He came home positively beaming with pride because he knows he can do it now. He knows this is a great new step. Tomorrow, I drop him off. I can’t help but think it won’t go nearly as well, but I have hopes that it will, that he’ll see it’s going to be great. I am under no illusions that he won’t ever cry, but I do think we’re turning a corner with our boy of the persistent separation anxiety.
But seriously, how do I have a kid in preschool?