Preschool

Dallin had his first day of preschool on Tuesday, September 7, 2010.  He was a little bit nervous about what he might say to his teachers, Ms Carolyn and Mrs. Annette, but I reassured him that they would do most of the talking and not to worry about it.  He was also a little nervous since he didn't know any of the kids.  But I told him that he'll have plenty of time to get to know all his new classmates.  He hid behind Charlie's leg for a minute but drew up some courage quickly and walked right in and did just fine.  They had the children sit on the carpet and sang a welcome song in English and in Spanish.  Kenzie wanted to stay and take part in the singing so I told her as soon as the song was over we needed to leave.  She's been really good about this new transition.

As we were leaving I was doing really good about fighting back the tears until Charlie turned to me and asked me how I was doing.  Then I lost it!  Kenzie wanted to know why I was sad.  It's funny because it's not really a sad thing, it's just a hard cold reminder of how much my boy is growing up and I have no control over it.  No matter how much I want to be there for every minute and not miss a moment, I have to let go and allow him to grow and experience things on his own.  I'm finally ready to do that, even though I might shed a few tears in the meantime.