Wednesday, September 06, 2006
We got a movie, and I had my dinosaur backpack... - Seg, upon returning from preschool and calling his dad
Ok, my sweet little Internet ones, everyone said I would cry when Primo went to kindergarten. I don't know, he doesn't start till tomorrow, but I seriously doubt tears. I am dancing a little jig of joy just thinking about someone else entertaining and challenging that active and bright brain for six hours a day, instead of me. However, I just dropped Segundo off for his first day of preschool. He will go three mornings a week, to the same nursery school that Primo attended, half a block away. And?
Not where he could see me, or where anyone else could see, or even a whole lot. But I got a little misty-eyed.
I know I have Terzo, technically The Baby, but Seggie is so sweet and cute and openhearted and trusting. He is one of those people who lights up a room. And he adores me, which is gratifying. And he sat right down and started playng with the toys he's been jonesing to play with since Primo graduated preschool, but then when I lingered - for me, mind you - then he got a little clingy. He asked to go home. Some of it might be that his Uncle C is here, and he doesn't want to miss out on quality time with him. And some of it is just Seg getting used to a familiar but nonetheless new-to-him place. But then he gave me a wave and his smile, and was fine. He's growing up. He's a big boy now, one who pees in the potty and can write his name and dress himself. But as I am fond of telling - reminding - my boys: You will always be my baby.
Will keep you updated on whether or not I cry tomorrow morning.