Growing up…

I can’t believe I’m typing this, but my little guy is finally going to preschool! I am so excited for him and for the new adventure that he is taking on. For a while there, it kinda felt like this day would never come because E has always been exceptionally smart and intellectual for his age. I mean, he knew and could say all his letters by the age of 2, could read simple words by 2 1/2, and started reading for real by about 3. Now, that’s not to say that I’m some amazing teacher or anything. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It’s more like his brain just *clicks* with letters and words and sentences the way that some kids’ brains just *click* with trains or imaginative play or creativity. He’s always just loved that type of thing – puzzles, reading, etc.

To say that I’m proud of him is one of the biggest understatements ever. I am so thrilled that he takes after his dad in the brains department. And I’m constantly amazed at the things that he says, the way that his brain soaks up information and retains it days or sometimes weeks later, the way that he can read us books at bedtime instead of the other way around. I am so proud of him. I try not to outwardly show this in public, though, for fear of looking like I’m bragging. So I don’t say much about it, and when people ask me how we did it I just smile and say he was born with it. But let me tell you, at home, I let him know how proud I am and how special he is. He deserves to know that I know that.

But I digress…

What I’ve been trying to say is that this day, this first day of preschool, has been a long time coming. And we were ready! We had a scavenger hunt last night to gather all of his ‘essentials’ and this morning he just couldn’t wait to put his backpack on and head out the door!

(And yes, Jed, that shirt is for YOU!) Thanks for the recommendation. As you can tell, he loves it. Almost as much as me and the hubby. :)

Once we got to school, he was too cool to even look at me. Geez, it starts!

Obviously excited to have his picture taken with his teacher…more like he just wanted to get home so he could do his homework! I hope his enthusiasm stays that strong in the coming years…

I’m excited for this new chapter in our lives, for him to learn a little more discipline, to get to interact with other kids on a more regular basis, and for him to learn about existing out in the ‘real world’ (or as close as preschool is to it).

And I didn’t even shed a tear.

Okay, maybe my eyes watered a little.

He’s growing up.