He didn't cry today when I said goodbye and left him at school. This was the first completely tearless day though the duration and intensity of his sobbing had been lessening over time.
E loves going to school. He'll walk right to our front door when I tell him it's time to go. Once there he gets right down and heads for the toys. The past couple of days I've been able to observe him playing when I pick him, before he notices me. He's having a blast. The teachers love him. The school director tells about the funny things he did when I pass her on my way to his classroom.
E's even starting to play with the other babies. Kind of. He and little Miss B were sort of chasing each other yesterday. E's been known to help little Mr. C defeat nap time isolation by sticking his fingers in Mr. C's crib. (I'm not allowed to interact with the other kids though lest E's "that's MY Mommy" alarm go off.)
The crying was hard on me. I know he's having fun but those sobs hit every nerve in my body. I would wait just outside the door, out of sight, until he was settled but it was still hard to walk away from my child knowing that he'd be happy if only I'd pick him up.
So, no more tears. Great right?
Mostly, but to tell the whole truth it was kind of nice to know how much I was needed, loved, missed.
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