Sully blew my mind away today. We stopped by his new preschool so he could have a tour. There were tears in the car. There was protesting. And then the quiet sobs.
I felt like I was being punched in the gut. I actually told him I was sorry.
He was quiet in the hall. He wouldn't make a lot of eye contact.
In the classroom he finally perked his head up and let me put him down.
But outside, outside is where it was at.
He stepped outside and was immediately greeted by more little kids than he has ever seen before in his life.
They asked his name. They asked his age. They shouted and squealed and asked him about his Cars shirt. They talked about his Henry train he clutched tightly.
His eyes kept shifting upwards to meet mine. I reassured him it was okay.
He actually spoke. He said hi. He pointed to his shirt and squealed in unison with delight "Thats McQueen!". He showed them his train. He let each child have a turn pressing Henry's button. And then a little boy asked him if he wanted to play.
He looked at me and I smiled. He handed over his train, and he was off. I watched him hug another little boy who asked for a hug. I laughed out loud as Sully looked down to the ground and contemplated it - and then looked at him and shouted "Uhm, yes!" with a jump and the following of an awkward hug - of boys immediately becoming friends over cars and trains and dirt.
He was the new guy. He was the cool guy.
I watched him run around and dance with two little girls and then cry when I had to practically peel him away from the playground.
I was dumbstruck. I'm in awe of my kid right now. We high fived in the car and he asked when he could do it again.
I almost, almost did not send him to this school. But my gut said something different - and I went with it and just did it. I'm so happy I did. The teachers are amazing. The kids are even cooler.
I hope next Tuesday goes just as well.
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