Yesterday, Ethan got up at his usual time and went downstairs to get his milk, as usual.
He watched a cartoon, as usual.
I fixed him breakfast, as usual.
Then we got dressed and brushed our hair and teeth, as usual.
And then he put on his little Spiderman backpack and headed out the door, anxious and excited for his first day of preschool. A bittersweet and unusual twist to our morning.
We took pictures of him…
Of him walking into school…
And of him in his class…
I cried, he did not. Also unusual for both of us.
He was a strong boy, and waited until we left to start crying.
And when we went to pick him up a few hours later, he decided he no longer wanted to go to preschool. That he missed me too much. That he just wanted to stay home.
But on Friday, our morning will go the same…and hopefully this whole preschool business will get easier for both of us.