Today was Matthew's first official day of preschool! Last week in the mail he recieved a paper gingerbread man to decorate as himself and bring to school the first day. Can you guess which one is his? If you guessed the one with jet wings, rockets with fire, and a "pokey nose" as he calls it sticking out of his head you are correct. He insisted on being an F-22!
He was a trooper. I walked him to the front door of the school where he was met by the head teacher. She offered to walk him down to his class and without a blink he took her hand and off he went down the hall, not looking back, his brown hair and brown sneakers sticking out above and below his backpack. A bitter sweet moment for mom. He did have one reservation earlier in the week about going alone and was trying to contrive ways for me to stay with him. He told me I could wait in the hall, sit outside, watch from the corner, and a few other options. One might think he was a bit shy to leave his mommy but no, why did he want me there . . . in case he needed some help wiping up after a #2. Ha ha, glad I am useful for something :) When I picked him up after his day he was one proud little boy, telling me all about making his name tag, playing with a toy moving truck, singing the goodbye song, and waiting for me at the table. His teachers told me he had told them all about the air show, Thunderbirds, Blue Angels, and F-22's. No surprise there. That's my little man, the one over there, with imagination flowing out his ears!
3 comments:
So cute. He looks a lot like you! Preschool is every young mother's dream come true.
you often write something that brings up a similar incident. Robert and I took Jordan to the airport to leave on his mission. We stood and watched him take off his shoes, belt and be checked out to be sure he wasn't a terrorist. We still stood there while he laced up the shoes, buckled the belt and turned and walked down the concourse. We stood there! Waiting! Waiting for him to turn around and wave! AND HE NEVER DID. He looked into the cabinets that had stuff for sale, and into the not opened stores. NEVER TURNED AROUND! What was up with that? so we left, got in the car. And that pat of life was over. No more tears from this mom. He had continued on his life's path. Just as Matthew did...and will continue to do.
How is it that he is growing up? I still picture him as "Baby Maffew" and pretty soon "Baby Willeans" will be following in his footsteps. What a cute guy.
And yes, mothers are always good for a wipe after a number two. I promise you, that will end. Someday.
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