I got up this morning super early so he could have the "perfect" lunch packed in his cute little lunch box.
I made sure he was in a super cute outfit because, hey, even if he turned out to be a total terror, at least he might win his teachers over with his dashing looks!
(Of course, we had to get some front yard "bishing" in before school!)
We got to the school and everything seemed fine. He one of the first kiddos there and immediately got distracted when the teacher let him go wash his hands and play in the sink. Anyone who knows Cooper knows his affinity for "agua"! So I decided to take the lead and make my exit. I kissed him on the top of his head and snuck out.
I was so proud of myself all morning, thinking of my sweet little boy up at school, NOT CRYING, and doing something extraordinary like writing his name or learning to add and subtract. Well, as it turns out, the not crying part would have been the extraordinary thing.
I walked into the classroom after lunch, and there he was...slumped over in his chair, binky in his mouth and lovey in his hand....sobbing. Ouch. I walked up to him and he reached out to me and between sobs told me "Mama, bye bye. BYE BYE!" It still hadn't sunk in yet so I asked the teacher about his day. She told me that he didn't cry like this all day. He was "quiet" during music class and didn't cry most of the time outside. Double ouch.
My friend Taryn told me it wan't like the "weeping" kind of sadness you felt when your baby first goes to school, more like the "nauseating" kind. She was so right. I had a knot in my stomach this afternoon so big you would have thought I just dropped him off at college.
I know it's for the best. I know that part of helping him grow is letting him struggle a bit. I also know that he will get used to it and learn to love it. But, man!!! This mama bird got a little taste of why they call this the "hardest job in the world" today!