Leaving Kindy

Tearful.  Painful. Awful. I had to leave Max for an hour on Friday. It was awful. I know it's good for him. I know he needs to learn to be confident without me there but it was oh so horrible. 

Tomorrow we have are first official day at Kindy. I'm excited and sick to my stomach. He doesn't know all the routines. He doesn't know the teachers well. He might feel stupid. He might get left out. Can you say MY ISSUES?!?!? 

Yikes it's amazing how at 37 you can automatically transport yourself back to childhood and your own fears. 

Max is amazingly hysterical. He loves people and is so kind. He makes you smile. And always wants to laugh. It just takes him awhile to trust you enough to show you that. That's a good thing. He doesn't throw his heart out there or spill his guts so you like him. He assess and then makes a move. I can learn a lot from him. 

Tomorrow we head to Kindy at 9. He's vacillated between saying he doesn't want to go to he wants to try it.  We are celebrating after with his favourite friend Kiera. He wants a Peppa Pig Party at Starbucks with Kiera. So we will get piggy cupcakes and meet for his "date" with his friend. Oh how I wish we lived close to Kiera so they could go to Kindy together. Tomorrow is a big day for him. His courage will be going even though it's scary. 

Sitting in group time with the kids 

Not to sure he wants to get any closer. 

A bit more silly and confident at their picnic with me there. 

This kid. 

A long two emotional days.