So, today was Preston's first day at daycare. Let me just say that this had to be the hardest day of my life. I had no idea how just how hard it would be.
Ryan and I took him around 9 this morning. Preston, of course, was perfectly fine; however, mommy was a basketcase. I would get ready to leave him, then cry, and stay a little longer. I stayed with him for the first couple of hours. I finally left and kept myself extremely busy all day so I didn't think about him EVERY minute (although the thought crossed my mind about every 5 minutes that I should go get him). I made it until about 3:30 and had to go back and get my boy! Preston's teachers had bet that I would be back around noon, so they said I did better than they thought I was going to do.
Mr. Preston did just fine and I know that going to daycare will be a great experience for him. It's just very hard for mommy and daddy in the beginning. I had to remind myself all day of a quote that I once read by Mother Teresa: "I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
God definitely tested my strength today, but as usual, I survived, and came out stronger.
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