Day 118:
Today was yet another "first", Conor. Today was your first day of school, Son. Without a doubt, this is another one of those "it's harder on the parents" moments, and to be sure, it sucked. Where as I believe Ms Zeny is a wonderful woman, a child care provider who came highly recommended, dropping you off with someone we hardly know is as painful a thing as there is. Every single dreadful doubt goes flying through your head, Son. It goes without saying, a parent can never love anything more than they can their own child, and so the protective instinct becomes acutely fierce and heightened beyond imagination. I'm a naturally concerned person, anyhow. Always "protecting", for lack of a better word. So when I handed you over to sweet Ms Zeny I started firing questions at the woman like the Spanish Inquisition.
As suspected, and as I'd been told, and as in my heart of hearts I knew, your first day at day care was just fine. The plan is, I drop you off, Mommy picks you up, and we report to one another the experience of the event. When Mommy showed up to take you home, as I thought you might, you lit up like a lottery winner. Like it was the best moment of your life! And for all we know, it may have been... None the less, there you were; happy, healthy, and with a smidgeon more experience than when you started the day. As is with all things in life, Son.
By the time you'd gotten home, you were out cold as is your modus operand when traveling in a moving vehicle. And then, everything was as it'd always been. Life as we know it returned... Changing diapers, feeding bottles, giving baths... And tomorrow we start it all over again...
I love you, Son. And I'm proud of the steps you're taking. Every single one of 'em.
-Dad
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