Today I kissed him on his left cheek and walked away. As I left, I turned to look at him again. He gave me one of his gorgeous little sideways smirky smiles as if to say… This is cool, Mum. I’ll be okay.
I made it to the car without crying (well, okay I had tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat but technically I wasnt blubbering!).
When I got to the car and strapped Bridget into her carseat, I realised that I still had Liam’s sunhat in my handbag. So I loaded Bridget up with books, grabbed the sunhat and legged it the short distance back to the classroom. I snuck into the bag room and popped the hat into the pocket of his schoolbag.
As I snuck past the classroom again I couldn’t help myself. I glanced in through the window and saw Liam sitting in his little chair, totally engrossed in something. His back was towards me but I knew that his little tongue would’ve been poking out, deep in concentration.
He was okay. Quite happy. Our precious wee boy was happy. His very first day of school and it went without a hitch.
Man I was proud of him. Our little clingy vulnerable young boy was so totally cool about letting me leave him in a room of people he hardly knew for the whole day. Amazing. What a positive start to a very exciting journey.
He’d had an amazing few days. Firstly, the big send off at preschool on his last day. The teachers at Liam’s preschool were absolutely fantastic and always made such a special deal for the kids last day. He had been so excited and had lapped up all the attention. As we drove out of the carpark he had sighed and said (in such a grown up voice) “I’m really going to miss them, Mum”.