My son started preschool today at the grand old age of 2 years, 1 month and 6 days. I was terrified. I have looked after and nurtured Lititle F since the day he was born. If he is away from me for any time at all, it’s with family. Leaving my precious child with complete strangers for 3 hours had me almost hyperventilating.
My son on the other hand was in his element. The second I undid the straps of his stroller he was off. He gave me a very hurried kiss goodbye and didn’t look back. Walking home I was glad to still have Little I with me who will very much need mummy for the next couple of years at least.
When I returned 3 hours later I was very pleased but also saddened to hear that Little F had really enjoyed himself and hadn’t looked or cried for me once. His next session is tomorrow, I am hoping I can be a big brave girl like I was today.