Well, he cried for two hours straight. My mom was encouraged to leave just after getting there, which we all know is the best thing for him. Probably as soon as she was out of eye shot, he started balling and didn't stop until after she was back.
The good thing was that his teacher, Miss Jennie, was said to have consoled him with hugs a few times. He also included her in a conversation after Mom was there talking to him, so he 1) knows her and 2) respects her enough to talk to her.
He was praised all day by Mom and then again by us last night. We all went to gymnastics last night and I liked the reaction. We usually go on Saturday mornings, but he was so engaged and active last night that I might choose Tuesdays instead from now on.
Later that night, after his sister was in bed and he was less distracted by things, we were able to talk to him. He remembers grandma leaving to "go give the lady money" (which is what she did, but then left for a couple of hours). He remembered what they had for snack...apparently, he cried unless there's food around. He recalled that someone changed his diaper and that they painted (though he didn't participate).
He's growing up! I don't want it! Soon, he'll hate me or think I'm stupid and that'll break my heart. I have to ready myself for that, though, because it'll happen. I know it.
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I have to agree with Joy on this one. While it is hard to see them grow up and the first is always the hardest, it is also amazing to watch them develope and know that you have a hand in it.
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