First Day Of Preschool for Korey
The nerves of sending my first born to preschool started in June when I began counting down to losing the therapists at home and then starting Rainbow. Worried set in; would he be okay with leaving us, would he be able to listen, would he be understood with his speech problem. To be honest, most of the worry was just how I was going to be able to cope with my first son who has never left the house with anyone but his grandma and trust a group of (wonderful) strangers to take care of him.
For the past year and a half I have been watching him get Speech, OT and Education therapies at home. Keith, his father, and I were able to sit and watch exactly what was happening, give guidance, get advice and just take in the things he was learning. Now it’s just waiting for him to come home every day and read the notebook from the teacher.
Watching him get onto the bus started tearing at my momma heart. I wanted to run to him and hold his hand and say we can do this together buddy. But he happily strapped on that backpack and climbed onto the bus steps, but he turned around quickly and ran to give me a hug and kiss; sending tears down my cheeks and a whisper of Have a great day buddy.
I know preschool will take care of him and that I don’t have to worry. These teachers have seen tons of children and even though they are all different they have so much knowledge so they can think of ways to help him that I couldn’t.
I’ve helped you this far, I know that you can do so much more on your own.
There goes my heart, learning and growing. I love you duder.