Our little dude starts preschool today. I've got a bunch of mixed feelings. I'm excited for him to meet new people, learn new things and to grow more independent (if that's even possible for this little guy). But, damn, it's hard. I've always known, trusted and loved whoever he was being watched by. I know who he hangs out with. The people also know me, they know our house runs a bit differently than most and they don't judge us, try to change us, or punish my kids for being themselves. That is what I'm struggling with. I believe children must have manners and show respect and not be little asshats throwing fits. We also embrace our kids personalities, and enjoy the funny things they say and do. I'm certain some of these things will not go over well in school, and it's just something we'll learn to adapt to. We don't lie to our children, and we are ourselves all the time. We do not believe in hiding that we enjoy having wine and beer, and we don't censor our language. This is the way we are, I want my children knowing me, not an uptight, hidden version of me. So, sending him somewhere that's generally not acceptable will be interesting to say the least. We've met his teacher Miss Debbie, she seems pretty cool and loves her job. I'm going to keep an optimistic outlook and hope she can see the beauty in my child the way we do.
Happy 1st day of school my awesome little guy. Don't let anyone ever dull your light, you're a beautiful person inside and out and I wouldn't change anything about you!
Shit, I hope there's a bottle of vino chilling in the fridge!!!
