True, Spencer will have no difficulty with many of the skills. Holding a pencil, writing his name, he’s a little iffy on scissor skills (thanks to an older brother who cut our curtains), but I’m guessing some of the kids hold them wrong much of the time as well. You can only imagine how excited he is. ALWAYS longing to do what Conner does, Conner having gone to this same preschool. This. Is. Huge. He went in without a look back, except for the fact that his nametag was pinching his snake and I needed to move it. Sorry dude.
Perhaps I’m not ready. Perhaps I’m not ready to move on, to be a big mommy who does stuff alone for a whopping hour and forty minutes two times a week.
But, as I cleaned out the toys — able to throw away whatever I wanted without nary a complaint. I realized I was ready. I’ve been waiting for this for quite some time, and I should treasure it just as much as I do the time when he’s here — incessantly talking to me. Good luck to the teachers. May they be paid sufficiently.