I knew this day would come. This day was inevitable. It’s more than just a logical progression of events, this day was the inexorable progression of life itself. In the same way a ball must roll downhill, this day slowly made its unstoppable way towards us… and now it’s here.
River’s first day of preschool.
She woke up, got dressed, packed up, and shot off to school with her mother. I didn’t quite need to wipe a tear from my face but I will say I definitely felt the moment happening.
By all accounts, she did great. She didn’t freak out, she used the potty just dandy, and she went along with the flow. That was always our biggest fear; River is so used to doing her own thing and following her own path that we worried she might refuse to heed the teacher. For now, at least, that doesn’t seem to be a problem.
So, now, finally… my days are wholly my own for work, again. It’s taken a long time to get here, and I’m a little sad not to have my playmate on hand… but it’s time for the return of Throgg and Swift.