Preschool-er

Braxton is now officially a preschool-er.

He has been waiting for this day for a couple of years.

He has had to say bye to his brother even though he has wanted to stay .

But the day came that Bracky got to go.

I thought he would be absolutely fine, nothing phases this boy.

As we drove to preschool we were talking about it and he was starting to get abit nervous.

We got out and put his belongings where they needed to go, I looked down to see a boy just needing a hug to know that everything was going to be ok.

Braxton and I have very similar personalities so I can understand how he deals with things.

We tend to bottle everything up and brush it off until it all gets abit much and then have a moment to ourselves.

As I hugged this beautiful boy he bursted into tears.

As a mum does, I told him everything was going to be ok and how much fun he was going to have kissed him and then ran out of there before I bursted into tears to.

It doesn’t get easier, the first day of anything is hard no matter how many hildren have done it before.

I could just be a big sooky-lala when it comes to my boys.

As you could guess I got back to the car and cried all the way home.

I mean was i not just sitting in the hospital waiting to get discharged so we could go home,

And now he has taken his first step into the world - exploring the surroundings around him.

He doesn’t even know how great he is going to be – but I do.