Today, I dropped my three-year-old at his new “bigger, stronger, school” for the first time since we stopped by last week to meet his teacher. I was a little nervous because every time we mentioned the new school, he told me he didn’t need to go; he explained that he could just stay home with mommy. Awesome. But, we kept preparing him, telling him how much fun he would have, and how big he would be. But, he wasn’t buying it.
So, we problem solved, and we bribed him. Bribery, I believe, should only be used in emergency situations. This was one such emergency.
Last night, my husband took my son on a little shopping trip in Decatur. While in the shoe section of Bealls, my son stumbled upon some awesome tennis shoes that LIGHT UP. He was so pumped about the novelty of those shoes, that of course my husband caved. He was smart about it though, I have to give him credit for that. He struck up a deal: shoes for school. My son agreed, and the purchase was made.
He woke up at 2 this morning, and came into my room in underwear and those shoes. Remember, I told you he was broken.
Anyway, this morning, he jumped out of bed into those shoes (again), pulled on his new backpack (courtesy of my sister), and grabbed his lunchbox. He was chattering on and on about how big he was, and how he was going to his NEW SCHOOL.
But, that was before we actually got to the school. When we walked down the hall to his classroom, he began telling me that he didn’t really have to STAY at his school, he just needed to say hi to his teacher. I kept urging him along, again talking about the awesomeness of the upcoming day. When we got to his classroom to join the class, he attached himself to my ankle, and began to whimper. Not totally crying, but not the happy sound I needed. The teacher helped me pry him loose, and get him into the line of kids headed for the playground. He kept looking back at me, unsure of what to do next. I lingered back at the classroom door, also a little unsure. I willed him to look at his shoes and to start having a fantastic day. Yes, I believe in the power of shoes :) When he was finally out of sight, I slipped out to my car, but with a heavy heart.
I know he needs to go to preschool. I know he needs to be big this year. I know he will have a blast once he gets into the routine. I know that in my head; my heart just isn’t so sure. And, I don’t know that Bealls has enough shoes to get us both through the year.