Just three years ago, my son donned his first backpack and waited for his first school bus for his first day of preschool. (He went to an early intervention school, hence the bus.) He screamed and cried, hung onto me for dear life when I put him on the bus. He didn’t understand where he was going and if he was coming back. After a few days it got much easier and he began to enjoy the ride. However, those first few days were heart breaking. The first time we were to actually spend time apart since he was born.
Fast forward 3 years and he is all grown up. He was nervous the day before his first day of first grade but did very well getting onto the bus without tears. I love our walks to the bus stop in the morning. Walking hand in hand, preparing for the day together. His sister is so excited to see him at the end of the day. Of course we had to include the obligatory first day of school sign. Please note that we have a future paleontologist on our hands. At school he is known as Mr. Dinosaur.
One week later, my littlest started her first day of preschool. She fared much better than her brother on his first day. However, apparently many of the other parents arrived early for pick up and my daughter thought she was left behind. She was deep in the heaviest sobs I had ever seen…so much that her eyes were puffy long after we left. Needless to say, I arrive early for pick up now.
I hope that you are surviving your children’s firsts. Parenting is a heart breaking process of holding them close and pushing them away.