Earlier this year I was contemplating the feelings of frustration I have with my youngest kiddo. He really knows how to irritate me. A few days later I had the impression that I needed to enroll him in preschool. I immediately made contact with a fantastic preschool teacher I had heard about in the neighborhood. Thankfully she still had openings (this was in May), and I had his registration fee paid the very next day. In a way, I completely shocked myself by being so prompt with this decision. First, I am super cheap and forking over $675 for preschool isn't even in my rational sphere of comprehension. Second, I love teaching my kids and seeing their thirst for knowledge quenched here in our home. Third, I would be sending him out into the big scary, scary, scary world for the first time.
Well, today was the first day of school and this little dude was fantastic. I was proud that I controlled the tears this morning, but it's only because I sobbed into my pillow for a few hours last night.
While Peter and I walked home from taking him, we decided to decorate the house for Luke as a surprise. This is what the house looked like when Luke came home....
He thought all the decorations were pretty amazing. He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening tearing them all down and popping the balloons. Whew, one day down and many more left to go. I do hope that preschool will be just what Luke needs to discover his own independence.
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