Jaxon’s first day of pre-school was on Tuesday. Sniff. Sniff. I had felt nervous that he might cry when I left him or look upset. But, that was the Jaxon I used to know. I remember the days when leaving him at daycare would tear me up inside and tears would puddle in my eyes as I drove to work. Worried out of my mind that he was still crying or thinking about me like I was thinking about him.
This was not the case at all on Tuesday. His eyes sparkled with excitement as we pulled up to his school. I kept assuring him that I would be back in 2 hours, concerned that he might think that I’m putting him in daycare again. He kept saying, “Okay.” I know he probably has no clue how long an hour even is, but just in case, I thought I should let him know.
He said “hello” as we were greeted by his teacher, and we walked into his school. Kids were already there playing and parents stood by watching as their children were shooting up like beanstalks right before their eyes. I looked for his box that had his precious name written on it, happy with the choice that we had made for our firstborn. I walked back to the door feeling like there was more to be done or said, but that was it, I needed to leave him to his learning. He grabbed a basket of toys, and I kissed and hugged him as I walked out the door. I felt joy in my heart knowing that he was fine.
I ran to the store for a couple of hours and could hardly wait to pick him up and see how his first day went. He was happy and told me everything he had done, and even recited a story that he had learned. He goes back today, and I can’t wait to hear more happy tales from his little voice once again.
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