by mommyoftwo

Created on: January 01, 2009   Last Updated: April 17, 2012

My child's first day at school will always be a memorable one. I was so nervous for him. It was hard to catch my breath because I felt like my heart was going to explode. I was so upset because he had grown up so fast. And he was so excited. He hardly slept the night before. We had went to get his book bag and his lunch box. Of course it had to be spider-man. His favorite at the time. I couldn't believe he was already doing this. He was only 4 years old.

That day he had to be encouraged to eat his breakfast and put his clothes on. As I tied his shoes he laughed and giggled and talked what we call his language. His younger brother was only around 3 months old so he was asleep. I had to keep telling my oldest to calm down and breathe. Inside I was crying. But I didn't want to let him know how upset I was. I knew the day was coming and he was going to school. Every child has to go eventually.

We finally got his first lunch packed and got his bag packed. then we was off to school. It was the hardest to leave him with his teacher that first day. The teacher keep reassuring me he was going to be okay not to worry. But in my mind I felt she couldn't take care of his needs like I could. I left him any way. He had no problem leaving me. He ran right into his classroom and joined in building a tower with the other kids in the room. I stayed back for a few minutes to peek in and see how he was doing. He was in his own world. This was an exciting experience for him. You could see on his face how excited he was. He was taking every thing in and the joy on his face was priceless. I wouldn't have taken that moment from him for nothing.

I finally left feeling a little bit better but still sad because his need for me had lessened. I went home and I just didn't know what to do with myself. I was so used to an active 4 year old following me around so needless to say the 4 hours he was gone was like 10 hours. When I finally went to get him he wouldn't leave. He had made so many friends and done so many fun activities. He couldn't talk fast enough to tell me everything he had done. He did so well with being with a perfect stranger. I felt really blessed then because not every child went and was as excited about school like mine did. Some wouldn't leave their parents and they had to be pry-ed away from their legs. I knew then I had a special child that was going to love learning. God blessed me with a wonderful,loving child.

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