When you're counting the days, weeks, and months while your child is in the NICU, there are certain things you dream about. Sometimes it physically hurts to even dare think about. For me, sending Jack to school was right up there. I love school. And I've always wanted my child to love it, too.
The reality of being born so very early, is that there is no guarantee to make it. There were some days were I was certain he wouldn't. Wouldn't get up one crisp morning, put on his backpack, and head to school.
But then it happened. Preschool. And seeing that this kid can be in the world. Out of isolation. (Barely) Strong lungs, breathing in that school air.
|3 yrs old|
To experience the joy that finally! he gets to be around other children. He gets to learn his ABCs and 123s just like any other kid.
|4 yrs old|
Growing taller. Getting stronger. More independent. Not as afraid. Loving life. Loving school.
|5 yrs old|
Then kindergarten. This was the year where I was acutely aware that all those dreams in the NICU? Well, they came true.
|6 yrs old|
And this week. Our big first grader. In a mainstream classroom. Doing such a great job. So proud of him.