Kurt begged all last year to go to school, but didn't want to be left at friends houses and cried during Primary at church if there was a sub or he got a new teacher. I always worried that on Kurt's first day of school he would be that kid clinging to Mommy's leg and screaming while all the other kids and moms stared; which in turn would trigger tears from the other kids cascading into a regular cry fest. It is what he did for the first 3+ years of his life, why expect anything more. Several months ago He started giving himself pep talks eg. " I am a big boy. I will have fun." any time he was going to be left somewhere. Well they payed off , and on his first day he couldn't get away from me fast enough. He has been in school for about a week now and is loving it. I love picking him up and hearing him tell me "I am a big boy, I go to school. I am not sad at school, I am happy the whoooole time!" Yesterday, I asked him what part of the day was his favorite, his reply; "All the parts are my favorite."
Life is good and now I have time to run errands and tend to other motherly duties child free!! Yeah, it is the first time in 9 1/2 years, I'm still getting used to it!










