I talked to him all morning about going to school and learning new things and meeting new friends. I also mentioned seeing the apples and playing with Elmo and he would point to the ceiling...remembering the apples that were hanging from the ceiling in his classroom.
I had mentally prepared myself for the day and was convienced that I would cry since that is what I do, I'm a crier...but what I didn't prepare myself for was the feeling of absolute surrender....I am surrendering my child into your care. I just meet you two days ago and I am surrendering his care to you. That stung!
Bryant was first to arrive...typical me too. I have to be on time or at least 10 minutes early and since we can't drop them off early I settled for on time. I started crying before I even handed him to his teacher. She, Miss Lissette, took him from me and said have a great morning and gave me a very comforting, understanding smile.
Bryant made a little whimper, but I never heard him cry...she did shut the door right behind me so I couldn't have heard it...I guess that's a good thing. Also, it helped that they could bring their favorite lovey to school with them. Luckily, I had an appointment to get to so I pulled myself together and went about my day.
After my appointment I went to Publix to pick up a few things. That was weird. Bryant is always with me at the store. I found myself hurrying like I would if he was with me, but then realized that I could take my time. It was neat! I went home, put the groceries away and ate lunch then had 45 minutes to kill before heading out to pick him up. So, I did the laundry and wrote a few things in his memory book.
Miss Lissette said he had a great day. They send home an activity sheet from the day and it said that they danced, sang songs, read books, etc. His sheet also had a sticker on it that said "very nice" and a note from the teacher that said "great day". That made me smile.
He was clearly tired from his day, so I immediately laid him down for his nap. It took him a few minutes to fall asleep, but when he did, he was out...
He slept from 1:20-4:00 and I actually woke him up at 4:00.
I am looking forward to this period in Bryant's life. My prayers for him are that he will learn and mature...as much as a two year old can mature...from this experience. I pray he gains some independence, confidence and learns all kinds of things; social skills and words.
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