So if you read FatherEd on a regular basis you know that WiMi started preschool this past Mon, which coincided with their 3rd birthday as well. It was quite a day... needless to say I didn't sleep at all the night before. I had a million thoughts running through my head as I pondered my boys starting on a new journey.
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|School or no school... nothing stands between Servatiis and WiMi... a b-day tradition.|
I had talked to my mom about preschool and what it was like (for those of the seven siblings that went) taking us to preschool for the first time. What's amazing is that after raising seven children and well into grandparent-hood ,she's still able to remember each individual child's first day. I actually remember my first day of preschool well myself. It was at a neighborhood Presbyterian church at the time.... and my mom taking me to a church in the middle of the day for some reason didn't strike me as odd at all. I know I didn't cry.... I remember the excitement of being in a room full of toys and games that I could only have dreamed of having at home. I remember the big yellow circle on the floor where other kids converged to play with the toy of their choice and me joining them. I vaguely remember looking over my shoulder at one point and seeing my mom standing in the door way. I imagine reluctant to leave. I don't believe she was crying... but after this past Monday, I can tell you that her eyes were welling and she had a lump in her throat and that she stood there in amazment that the child she brought into this world had grown up so fast and was off on their way to a "new world" and hoped that the people she was entrusting with my care for the next four hours would make me their first and foremost priority. I didn't know that then... but I know that now after taking my own sons to preschool.
|I went to preschool and didn't turn out so bad.... lol Can you find me?|
Reflecting back on WiMis first day.... I think we both handled it a lot better than I imagined. I was actually up until hours before contemplating if I was going to go with them.... I didn't want to risk it being too emotional and making it more difficult for the boys. But I told myself I could never forgive myself if I didn't go. One of the roles of being father is knowing when you have to "suck it up" and be strong for your kids. They need your support and they necessarily get that with you sobbing. At anyrate... as we arrived at the preschool it was no question that WiMi knew what this was about.... Michael already was asking to go "bye-bye' . I reminded him of what we talked about all week long and that it was time for him to be a big boy. Of course I was telling him this while he clung to me for dear life... or maybe I was clinging to him. At some point and time I realized it was time to put him down and encourage him to engage with the other kids. Wm wasted no time being the explorative one.... at one point wandering off into another classroom which has a fish-tank he instantly fell in love with.
|I think Wm is going to spend a lot of time here.|
After both their mother and I got a wealth of information from the teacher and spent sometime with the boys.... their mother departed before me. The instructor had stated that we were welcome to stay the full day... and I stayed behind for story time and tried to engage the boys to sing the abc song.... later they impressed one of the teachers by identifying some colors. Michael of course knew RED, it's his favorite Icee flavor. After a few more activities was when I was starting to feel awkward.... convinced I was there to make sure the boys were settled in , I waffled on when was the appropriate time to leave.
|They didn't forget...|
|Playing together... somethings just never change.|
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