Well, Moose survived his first day of school…and by that, I mean *I* survived his first day of school (but just barely!).  Much like his older brother and sister, he had no problems with leaving me, and didn’t even give me a backward glance as he walked away with his teacher (who is very nice, btw).  I guess it was better that way, because if he had been upset, I don’t know how I would have been able to leave him–he’s still so small.

It was very hard, even with his good attitude.  I’ve never been a big fan of sending children so small to school, and if it wasn’t for his delays, I never would have even considered it.  As far as I’m concerned, a boy so little belongs at home with his mommy.  But I have come to accept (but not like) the fact that he needs help I can’t provide.  He’ll be getting speech therapy every day, plus music and occupational therapy once a week.  Aside from that, though, he’ll just be doing normal preschooler stuff.  Cutting, gluing, playing on the playground…that kind of thing.

His teacher told me he had a really good first day.  Not really sure what that meant, other than I’m assuming he didn’t have any meltdowns.  I doubt he was talking up a storm, but it sounds like he was participating, and a little boy said “bye-bye” to him when he was leaving, so maybe he made a friend.  I so wish I could hear how his day was from him, but if he could tell me all about it, he wouldn’t be going in the first place.  I guess that’s some kind of irony or something.  But he was happy, and that’s all that matters.

So, this is a good thing for him.  My head knows that, but I really wish someone could clue my mommy heart in…we’ve really been through the wringer in the last couple of months, and my heart has taken quite the beating.