Today was Mason's first day of preschool. He is going to a local church program two mornings a week. I had a few doubts about whether I was pushing him into preschool too early...as my Daddy pointed out, he isn't even 2 yet. But all my doubts went away when I watched Mason march right into his classroom and not even glance back at me! It was definitely a far cry from the Darius Rucker song, which is the scene I had played out in my head. Au contraire...Mason loved it! According to his teachers, his only objection was that he did not want to come inside from the playground (no surprise to me)!
It brought back some of my earliest memories which are of the mornings I spent at the First P preschool in Clinton. My beloved grandfather, aka Nandaddy, drove me from Pecan Grove to First Pres in his little blue LUV truck, and the trip back usually involved a stop for ice cream from Whiteford's (my love for ice cream is genetic and was cultivated at a very early age!). Believe it or not, I can actually remember my first day of pre-school. Unlike Mason, I remember being a little nervous, but my anxiety was eased by seeing the familiar face of my cousin Amy C and the hug that followed!

Cupcakes! Yummy!

