...as I drove away from the academy where Brody attends "pre-school." Today was his first real day, meaning he stayed ALL day today, from 8:30a.m.-6:00pm. I cried for many reasons. I cried because he is becoming such a big boy and it's all happening way too fast. I cried because his daddy was out of town and didn't share in the painful experience with me. I cried because I became the mom I never thought I would be...the one dropping my child off at "pre-school" (which, btw, is just a fancy word for daycare. Who am I kidding?!?!). I cried because Brody didn't cry.
The fact of it is, Brody loves it. This whole adjustment is harder on me than it is on him. He loves playing outside on the playground twice a day and exploring all of the exciting new toys they have. He loves all the fun they have in circle time. He loves being around other boys and girls like him. He even took a nap, on a cot, without a pacifier. His teacher wrote, "Brody does great at following directions. He loves outside time and he went to sleep without any fussing or a pacifier. Way to go!"
So, though this is not what I dreamed motherhood would be like, this seems to be what is best for our family after all. Who knew God had better plans than I did!?! ;)