Today was X's first day of "school" (aka daycare). I much prefer calling it school because daycare sounds so gloomy to me. And for a Mommy who was grump-tastic as this day approached, school is the perfect moniker.
Anthony did the drop-off and I will be the picker-upper. I much prefer being the picker-upper. I can run in and scoop my little Boogers up and whisk him away rather than handing him over to someone else in the morning and ripping my heart out.
A few calls from the daycare to check-in about things and to let us know he was doing well. I know every mother goes through this whether they have a child going to daycare, kindergarten, highschool, or college. But you throw your child having special needs on top of that and it's a bit harder. Will he eat enough, will he get enough attention, etc. etc. I know that of course he will. After all he's at a Kennedy Krieger run daycare so I don't think they are going to starve my child or sit him a corner. Nonetheless it's hard after 17 months to let someone else take care of your baby. Good Lord what am I going to do when he does go to school? lol
Here he is with his teacher:
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