Well, this happened last week.

After a sleepless night and crazed morning on my part, I woke up Solly, dressed him in an outfit that he’d picked out the previous week, and packed up his brand new school bag, then Mike and I took him to High Hopes in Franklin, TN. I wheeled him into his new preschool room, chatted with his teacher for a few seconds, and then tried to give him a kiss goodbye – at which point he quickly pushed me away because, you know, preschool boys are too big for kisses from their Moms.

And then it became official. Solly is a preschooler.

This year, he’ll be attending the High Hopes 3 – 4 year-old classroom, where there are about 10 children – roughly 40% with some sort of disability, two days a week. Though we still have some kinks to iron out, he will eventually get feeding, speech, and, likely, physical therapies during the mornings while he’s at school. Most importantly, he’ll be able to make friends and interact with kiddos his age – all without Mama intervening.

Back to that first day of school, I was a nervous wreck all morning as I sat at a Starbucks a mere three blocks away from the school: What if it was too noisy? What if he had a meltdown and couldn’t breathe his way out of it? What if the new environment was too much and he had a breakthrough seizure?

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

In true Solly fashion, at noon, when I went to pick him up, his teacher had rave reviews – he had a great day and he even made a girlfriend who wanted to push him on the swing.

He chatted the whole way home and was super excited to go back to school two mornings later.

I think it’ll be a good school year.