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I have never wanted to put Scout in preschool for more than one year.  This has proved to be a bit difficult because most preschools are full, and they take repeaters before new comers in the subsequent years.  So when I spoke with the school I’d like him to attend, this was originally the case.  But there was a hiccup, and it looked like there would be an opening the second half of this year for my boy.  Which in turn, would allow him to be a “returner” the next year.
When I got the Email that Scout was the one accepted for the spot, I went in and told Micah.  I was really excited, but then the emotions came on strongly.  I cried the rest of the night.  I can’t believe that my companion, my best boy, my sidekick, my best friend, my confidant, and my heart was not going to always be with me anymore.  And would he know how to choose the right when I wasn’t there urging him along — have I prepared him to the best of my ability?  I cried and cried and cried. Then Micah came in to console me and said, “I understand.”  Then I said, “No you don’t!!!  You’re not crying like me.”  But he went on to explain, and I think he does understand.
So the next day, I took the little weasel down to register.  I was getting him excited for the big moment.  I was holding back my hesitancy to keep him really pumped.  He loved it.  We spent a few hours learning about the school and each detail while Scout played and discovered his new school.  While in the conversation, I asked when he should officially report to school.  She said September.  I was confused, and finally figured out that he was accepted to next year only.  She was a little apologetic, and I was beyond thrilled!  I couldn’t be happier about how everything worked out.  YEAH!!!  So I still get my boy until next year, and when he does leave — he will be going to a place where I know that he will be loved.
And the best news of all came when she said to me, “You must be a really good mom because Scout has really good manners — way ahead of his time.”  How nice!  But what she doesn’t know is that we had a very serious talk before we went in about how you talk to adults, and what good manners are!  I told  you he is my best boy.  He is always making me look good!
(Minus sacrament meeting — where I look like the biggest failure of moms from the beginning of time!)