The little guy started escuela a few weeks ago. It’s kind of like pre pre-school. He only goes two days a week for a few hours, but he loves it. The first day I stayed with him the entire time, but by the 2nd day, he was totally comfortable, and he sure as heck didn’t need me sticking around.
Now I drop him off and he doesn’t look back. He coldn’t care less where I am! That’s very good. A little sad, sure, but it’s good for both of us. He’s always happy to see me when I pick him up. We needed to maybe let go a little. I wish it wasn’t so easy for him. Figures. Just like a man.
It’s the sweetest cutest thing you can imagine, Ry at school. I can watch him through the two-way mirror (or is it one-way?), where I can see into the classroom, but he can’t see me. He is so much better behaved at school than at home. He listens to the teachers, cleans up his toys, sits at the table and eats his snack without getting up or dumping it everywhere or generally just acting like an insane circus animal. I want to cry sometimes, because it’s so sad and so sweet. Letting go is hard but it’s also very exciting, seeing him in this world without me. Pride and pain all rolled up together, making me a jumbled mess. Still, I’m pleased. He’s a good kid. and I’m his mommy.
escuela is one of my favorite spanish words of all time. I try to use it at every possible opportunity.
- the word on the street.
- water sprays.