We woke up bright and early this morning with excitement for Lu’s first day of Preschool. He’s been in small care programs since he was about 2, mainly to stimulate his social development, but this was his very first day of actual school. It wasn’t too emotional for him, since he doesn’t have much attachment anxiety in regards to school. Don’t get me wrong, he cried and cried when we first started him in daycare, but after enduring those first two weeks, it was one of the best decisions we ever made. Now, he looks forward to making new friends and learning from new teachers. Once August hit, Summer had him pretty antsy to start back up again. We all kinda thrive on a routine over here.
Luca had a great first day, with his highlight being “getting to play with play-doh!” I’m sure that says something about me as a mom…Anyone else remember loving play-doh as a child, but dreading it as a parent?! One day when I have hardwood floors throughout my house, I’ll try to find the patience in my heart to let them go hog-wild, but while were renting, with carpet, I’ll keep reverting their attention to other activities! Or at least try, ha!
Harlow had a hard time seeing Lu leave without him, but I’m sure soon enough he’ll begin to treasure our one-on-one time. It’s been difficult accepting, that we are entering a new chapter of our lives. I think knowing Luca has a set agenda for the week makes me a bit anxious and has me wishing I could hold his hand through everything as delusional as that sounds. I hope I’ve raised him so far to remember to accept everyone for who they are, to always be himself, and to bring the light in this world we so desperately need. After we chose the name Luca, we found out it meant “bringer of light” and that just further solidified how predestined it was that “Luca” truly was meant to be his name. So I sit here with a glass of white, thanking the heavens his first day went just as I had hoped it would, and wishing all you other mamas out there the very same joy. Goodnight, my friends!