This has been a big week for Marty, his first week of preschool! He has had regular interaction with physical and occupational therapists since he was 6 months old. He has done well all along. His mom had her first tears of realization that her boy can handle it on his own and I could not resist in picking him up from school with her.
Most mornings Marty has a relaxing time having breakfast, watching Sesame Street, playing; now his mornings will be more regimented. Today Amber emailed Marty’s teacher to see if he walked to class ok for her this morning. They had gotten there a little late and his group was already leaving the main hall for the classroom. The teacher assured amber that yes–he joined the class corral rope, found his cubby in the classroom, and got ready for breakfast on his own. Brought tears to her eyes that he would be okay.
When we arrived to pick him up, his brother Silas was asleep but came in with us. I walked anxiously down the hall and there he was the last child in the room just sitting there at the table waiting with his book bag on and the smile he had for me was priceless!! We hugged and he was ready to go. We all walked hand in hand out the door. He was such a big boy. He was hungry as soon as we strapped him in the car seat so I suggested chicken nuggets–his favorite. You know he is only three but he certainly acts like he is 5!