The long awaited day finally arrived and Jackson started preschool this morning. It’s a Spanish immersion program and he’ll be going two mornings a week (and continue seeing his babysitter the other weekday mornings, giving me five whole mornings to work and get stuff done!). This is the best photo I could get of him before leaving our place this morning. I feel bad because I forgot to wash his backpack (which he’s been using since Christmas; wait, that makes it sound like I haven’t washed it at all since then. I have! I wash it every couple of weeks, but I realized it could have used a fresh wash before I sent him to school and also he wouldn’t let me cut his toenails this morning and if he has to take off his shoes in school today, I hope his teacher doesn’t think me a terrible mom for sending him to school with a dirty backpack AND too-long toenails, oh dear). (Update: It wasn’t the lack of a freshly-cleaned backpack or just-trimmed toenails that gave away my ineptitude in motherhood — it was Jackson’s potty-training status! The teacher said “we need to talk” some time next week. So that’s something to look forward to.) Anyway, this was the best photo I could get. He’s holding his new “Oh, the places you’ll go” water bottle that our friends Mary and Steve gave him to commemorate his first day, and he’s so excited.
The drop-off was easy as I imagined it would be (and now I’m writing this from a nearby coffee shop waiting to pick him up in a bit). Jackson is pretty fearless and very social and has already spent time away from me (he’s been with a part-time nanny three mornings a week since he was four months old). It went so well, in fact, that he couldn’t even be bothered to glance in my direction when I said “adios.” This is him not glancing in my direction:
The only concern I have is how he will adjust to not understanding like 95% of what is being said since the teacher plans to speak only in Spanish. But, we’re sending him to this program precisely so he will be exposed to another language and hopefully begin picking some of it up (and we hope to learn along with him). I know he’s way too young to appreciate that now. But I hope he doesn’t resent us for it… and I hope the benefits last long enough that one day maybe he will appreciate it.
Oh, the places he’ll go!