But good nonetheless.
It seems like just a few weeks ago, we were bringing you home for the first time, introducing you to your siblings, showing you your room. (oh wait, it was just a few weeks ago) Now, you're all grown up, begging to go to school, marching into big boy status with excitement and zero fear. I should have had five years to prepare for this day, instead of five weeks. My heart aches at the time lost, moments stolen, but I will rejoice in the present and the future. I will strive to handle those losses with half the grace and courage you have MB.
We had planned to keep MB home through the spring and summer, then start Kindergarten in the fall, maybe even homeschooling the first year. If there's anything I've learned through this journey, it's hold onto your plans loosely. Ever since the first day of dropping Renny and Zoom at school, MB has been begging to join them. I mean, begging. Things were going so well, MB was blowing us away with his brilliance and love of learning, eventually I relented and thought "what the hay, we'll give it a shot.". And so, last week he started pre-K four afternoons a week.
This was made possible by the fact that my kids go to a wonderful school, and MB's new teacher has a heart of gold. Seriously, I think it might actually be 24 karat. Not only did she welcome him into her class (likely knowing full well he could make her class/job more difficult), but she was truly excited to have him. There's only 7 kids in his class which, in my opinion, is the perfect combination of social interaction and focused teacher attention.