Two years, one more child and a bunch of sleepless nights later, here I am again.
My older one is at preschool today for the first time. I can’t believe I have a child old enough for preschool already. When I was walking away, I felt a bit sad but also so exhilaratingly happy. Mostly just pure joy (for both of us – I am telling myself).
Those 3 hours (well, who am I kidding, I was back in 2 and a half) were filled with anticipation and hand-wringing “what is he doings” and “did he manage to pull up his pants”.
I loved it.
And the way he ran to me at pick up, I saw he loved it too.