Henry, first day this fall at his familiar nursery school. He loves it, but he’s never one to embrace change, especially A) in the morning and B) if it means leaving his Legos and Playmobil.
Here he’s saying he’d really rather go inside and take a nap. Because he’s really tired. And that his belly hurts. And that maybe we should go tomorrow, instead.
But when I dropped him off, I got a kiss and a smile. He’ll do just fine.
We’ve been full of firsts for what feels like weeks now–first day of first grade, first day of montessori school and now, first day of the last year of nursery school. We adore our neighborhood nursery school, and can hardly believe we are beginning our fourth (and final) year with a child there. It feels good to have everyone launched, and I think it will be a fantastic year.
“And I can take a nap, right upstairs, with my lambie and my softie, and maybe I will just go to school later, okay, mom?”
“Oh, well, guess we’re here. See you later, mom!”