When I think back to this time last year, I'm reminded of that sinking feeling of dread, as Angus embarked on his first days in care. The worry that plagued me each day I dropped him off, not to mention the days leading up. I'll never forget the look on his sweet, sad, little face when I had to go. And the tears. So many shed, by both of us. It was a tumultuous year for all of us, with two different centres for Angus and a short stint in care for Felix. Very stressful, unsettling times.
Today, Angus commenced his first day of the real deal preschool. School hours, school terms, no nap times, proper lessons. My, what a difference a year makes. Confident, peppy, bubbling with enthusiasm. My heart burst with love and pride, as we walked the short distance from home, chatting as we went. I am so in awe of this spirited four year old and all he has learnt, all he has taught himself and all that he is so eager and willing to learn. The drop off went as smoothly as the day itself. His lovely, young teacher Angela, offering only encouraging, positive stories about his first encounter with preschool. But the best part by far, no tears, from either of us.
Addendum: Just before bedtime this evening, Angus made a revelation about his new preschool. "I don't like it and don't want to go back". I have to admit, a part of me broke when I heard those words. Upon further gentle probing I discovered the concern was that he hadn't made any new friends. I was somewhat relieved to hear we are only dealing with a friend related apprehension. Friends are something he can work on. After a good long discussion, we were back on track with the positives of his brand new school. The sparkle in his eye returned once again, before he drifted off to sleep. "Next week, I'll tell the kids, I'm Angus!" he chirped. Sometimes I do forget just how fragile the world appears at his age.