Mo's First Week of Preschool
Friday, January 9, 2015
This week was monumental at our house - but I mostly think that every time Mo passes a new milestone it is monumental. Maybe that is just how all parents feel (I think they do). Maybe it also has to do with him passing milestones that I remember dreaming about for Max, that he never got to (I think it is that too). Mo started preschool this week. He went every day until 1 pm. It is the school we planned on sending Max to. It's connected to the synagogue where we spent high holidays. We did two and a half sessions of Mommy and Me there last year and Mo loves the children and the teachers. I have known that he has been ready for preschool for some time now but we had to wait for an opening. He LOVES being around other kids and he needed more stimulating play than he was getting here. I am so happy for him. SO SO happy that he is here - at this new place in life, such a happy and good boy.
I often say he saved my life. He saved Ted's too. We marvel at how much happiness he has brought us and when I say we were in a dark place before he came along - I am not saying we were disappointed, or depressed, or sad. I am saying that we literally didn't know how we were going to get through the next day. It was that bad. Mo's spirit has lit up our lives in a way that I did not think was possible three years ago. There are actually moments of time when I feel blissfully happy....and I do my best to bask in those moments and be present. I cannot believe how full my life is - how much I love these children. These week was full of those moments: