Xander had his first day of preschool today…
He met his sweet teachers at his allergy meeting and at his Get Acquainted Day last week and had warmed up to them a little bit but DEFINITELY started putting the breaks on this morning when he realized Jonas wasn’t the only one headed to school. On the way there, he said, “Mommy, I want to be a baby so I don’t have to go to school.” How much alike we are…I remember feeling that same way…not wanting to grow up…when I was a little girl. He started bawling as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. Roman started pitching a fit too (oh the timing of siblings), but he just wanted to wear his backpack (my big boy diaper bag for him). So there I was…carrying a crying Xander and his backpack while Roman be bopped in like he owned the place, toting his own and keeping me from losing it while I laughed at his cuteness. Roman even tried to get into the classroom while Xander was sprawled on the floor crying in front of the door. Poor buddy…I’m so thankful for the compassion that God has revisited upon my heart for Xander that’s competing to take the place of the frustration and impatience that tends to crop up when I see so much of my young self in him. I’m just trying to coach him through it…there are great gifts that go along with all of that sensitivity…so I’m just trying to concentrate on those in moments such as these and pray for the wisdom of when to back off and when to give him a gentle (if uncomfortable) nudge. The gentle uncomfortable nudge was definitely the way to go today…when I picked him up, he was all smiles with two pictures in hand that he made for me…dear sweet boy. Tom was at home with a sleeping Roman, so I took Xan-Man to Sweet CeCe’s to celebrate his bravery in making it through his first day even though he was scared. Yay Xander…Mommy’s cheering you on, buddy!
