First Day of Preschool

Well, we made it! After tossing, turning and waking numerous times to check my alarm clock, I awoke to find myself quite chipper and ready to send my babe off to his first day of Preschool. Gannon told me numerous times that once he was done eating his breakfast, he would be going to school, and anyone who has been around this kid knows exactly what I mean by numerous. "Gannon, I got it, I heard you the last 2o times!" The only hold up was the small confrontation we had about which shoes he would wear. Mind you, he wanted shoes that no longer fit him and that were no longer in our house! Sigh.

We loaded up and headed up to Sanford. I have to admit I was getting very nervous, upset stomach, asking myself over and over, "Do I really think he's ready?" You would think I was sending him away to boarding school. Seriously, I need three hours to myself and I know he'll be safe, what is all the fuss about! Once we arrived, he wanted out of the car and inside, like yesterday. We found our way down the hall to his classroom. His teacher Ms. Bunny, yes, as in the rabbit, greeted us with a warm welcome and big smile. Gannon was shy for all of a minute, before he was over in the corner feeding Ms. Bunny's pet bunny "Scooter" a carrot. After that, he was cool. The other students started flowing in and I thought it would be best to scat. Gannon gave me a big smooch and said, "See you in a little bit Mommy." And then came the waterworks, my waterworks that is, but I made sure he didn't see.

I spent the morning browsing stores, not really sure what to do with my time. I kept looking at my watch, wondering how he was doing, hoping I didn't get the dreaded call that he was having a breakdown and needed me immediately. Not so lucky. I got nothing. When 11:45 a.m. came around what I got was a huge smile and "Mommy!!!", oh, and a slap on the hand for getting out of my car in the pick up lane. Apparently, I need to stay in the car and the teacher will walk him to the car and open the door. Who knew? I know for next time. I didn't care. All I wanted to know was what had happened while I was away. I had to ask 5o questions to get it all too.

Me: "Gannon, what did you do at school?"

G: "Uh...I played, and painted...um...and had snack..."

Me: "What kind of snack?"

G: "Cwackers."

Me: "Did you have anything to drink?"

G: "Uh...yea...juice...tastes like popsicle juice! Oh, Mommy...I like dat orange juice!"

And there it is. My son's only reason for wanting to go back. He did say he missed me, which made me feel all fuzzy inside, well, by fuzzy, I mean an emotional wreck all over again. I know that Preschool will benefit it us both, but it's just a little tough to relinquish that little stinker. Mommy loves you to pieces Gannon Reins!