Wearing Superman underoos, donning a makeshift cape, holding Lovey, watching Clifford and Sesame Street;
Will now be replaced with this (well, just 2 days a week):
Preschool started up again yesterday.
Let me just say, CLOTHES are POWER. He chose his first day of school shirt. Never mind that this Bumblebee Transformers shirt is a hand-me-down from friends, slightly faded. To him, it's wardrobe gold, and he felt the power in it. That's worth more to me than any "cute" outfit I could put him in.
I got that sick feeling in my stomach as I walked away. He entered his room fine, but I always (privately) struggle. Judge me, if you want. It's who I am!! And I have a hunch I'll have that same feeling when he starts kindergarten, middle school, high school, college . . .
Know what I mean? Do you have that same knot in your stomach when your baby starts school?
