First day for Max

Today was Max’s first day of preschool. When I first signed him up, I was very hesitant. He just still seemed so young and immature. He refused to do swim lessons this summer, and we were having problems with dropping him off at kid’s church. However, this past month, it seems like he’s just grown and matured exponentially. His mannerisms, his reasoning, his conversations, all have seemed more mature…and funny.

These past few weeks, he has been so excited about going to school. He’ll be having a conversation with someone and then he’d turn to me and say, “Mom, what’s the name of my school?”

I’d respond and tell him the exact name of the school.

“But what’s the name of it?” he’d press on. “You know, the name!”

I finally figured out what he wanted, and I’d tell him.

He’d immediately turn to the adult or kid he was talking with and say excitedly, “I’m going to PREschool!”

Today he (and Cameron) were so excited about Max’s first day. Although, I was not happy when Cameron told Max that it would be okay if he called his teacher Miss Pig, even though her name is Miss Peg.

When I asked Max if he wanted me to take him, he told me no, that he wanted Mom-mom. So I obliged. He wasn’t happy at all that he didn’t get to bring a lunch, and he insisted on gathering some crayons to put in a baggy to use at school, but other than those few battles, the morning scramble went pretty smoothly.

And despite all the trouble he’s caused as a little munchkin, the whining, the bedtime battles, the screaming and tantrums, those days seem to be dwindling (which is fine with me). And I actually felt a tinge of sadness as my mom pulled away from the driveway, taking him away to school.

I did get to pick him up, and he was nothing but a chatterbox about everything he did. “We learned our LETTERS! We sang SONGS! We acted like ANIMALS!” He went on and on, drawing out the last word in a sing-song fashion.

I think preschool will suit him quite well this year.