And the Parent of the Year Award goes to...
someone other than me.
It is official!
I am the worst parent in the world.
At least that is how I feel right now. You see This morning was Zacks first day of Pre-K.
He woke up ready for the day to begin. He was happy and smiling and oh so cheery.
He was great getting ready for school. He was oh so happy and smiling taking pictures before we left the house. He was excited talking with a teacher we met out in the parking lot. He was excited walking into the classroom. He put his backpack and lunch box down and he went to some of the toys. Once he started seeing parents leave, his comfort zone was broken and he was getting ready to meltdown.
He clung to my leg like it was his last life line. He cried, he begged me not to leave him. He begged me to take him with me. He begged me to stay with him. Kris asked him for a kiss so he let go of me and clung to Kris. I had to walk out at that point or I would have lost right there.
It was about ten minutes before Kris came out. I swear I heard my kiddo scream when he opened that door. The drive home was deadly silent.
I have not received a phone call yet and it has been an hour since we left so I will go ahead and assume they were able to calm him down.
Oh why do I feel this is going to be the longest day of my life?