J had the most wonderful first year of pre-school. We couldn’t have asked for a better school and a better set of teachers for him. We watched him learn and grow so incredibly much through the year. The first day we dropped him off he had tears in his eyes as his teacher got him out of the car and looked at us for reassurance that everything was going to be OK. The last day, he excitedly jumped out of the car with not much more than a smile and a “bye Mama!” as he walked confidently and independently into his school. Through the year he has come home from class talking all about the art projects he has created, the colors he got to paint with, the toys he played with, the songs he sang with Mrs R and Ms Carol, as well as the treats he baked with Mrs K and the awesome red shoes he got to wear. As his mom, the experience was the first time (and clearly will not be the last time) that I really truly saw that he is his own person, independent of me and whatever my expectations are for him, I have to let them go and let him cultivate his own interests and discover his own path.
(So I am guessing Dada will be thrilled that I have learned that I cannot push lacrosse on any of our kids and instead need to allow them to do whatever interests them… even if it is karate and baseball. Yuck. ;))
And because I can’t pick just one, here are a few of the many faces of J.
My Everyday Life 