Zack has gone to preschool for a few hours a day, a few days a week, since he was two and a half -- as an only child, this was important, because it gave him good socialization skills. I even put him in day care in the summers, not for ME, but because he got so bored, even with all our field trips and buying out all the crafts at Michaels. He's just really social. Just like his dad, he'll talk to anyone.
So it wasn't the fact that he'd be out of the house for a few hours a day -- it's because it's the end of the toddler years, and I worry that the day is coming when hanging with mom won't be fun anymore.
Some young people (like, very early teenagers) tell me they never had that, and Rick's older kids (23 and 24, and home right now for a couple of weeks) have always been close to their Dad. But I can't help it. Zack's my one and only, and each day that passes, while it brings new, exciting changes for Zack, is a step further to when he's out of the house. Dramatic much? Well, yeah, but I'm like that.
Forgive the photo quality -- I just wasn't able to play with F-stops and stuff this morning.
Zack was very excited about the new shoes we bought yesterday:
Asked if he was excited, he said, "YES!"
We got to school early, before the doors opened, so got a chance for another photo:
Very, VERY excited to be at school...
And excited to see a friend from his summer day care:
I was a volunteer today, helping a teacher with the early morning breakfast, so I was allowed to walk Zack to his class. Well, I WOULD have walked him to class, but when I asked him to hold my hand, he said, "No Mommy, I need to do this on my own." OK, that just killed me, on so many levels -- big boy, smart boy, but SUCH fodder for tears. And he was so excited to get into his classroom we didn't get hugs.
The good thing is, I did the volunteering right after dropping him off, so I didn't have a chance to cry. That came later.
He's going to get LOTS of hugs tonight.