Today was Conor's first day of school. His mom and I both dropped him off to see how he would do. We've been impressed with how well he rolls with the punches and we're always curious how he adapts to situations. He was happy to go to the new yellow school but grabbed my leg when he realized we were leaving him in the care of someone else. He wouldn't let go and the teacher was very sweet and asked if it would be okay if she picked him up to take him to his home room. We said it was okay and she took him and he whimpered but went with her.
Two hours later, it was time for the new little kids to go home. But Conor didn't want to leave the fun school. I asked him how his first day of school was. He said, I'm happy and sad. I'm happy because the school is fun. I'm sad because I wanted my mommy and daddy to come, too." I couldn't believe it. He was describing his feelings. Hell, I can't do that to this day. I gave him a big hug and told him he had work to do and dad has work to do and mom has work to do but we all get to play together after our work. He said, "Yeah." And that was that.