...first day of school blues (continued)

For our utter and complete inability to function in a marriage together, Michael and I parent together (but separately) easy-peezy. 

Involving Michael in this preschool thing definitely feels like the right thing.  

Silas was not crying when Michael got there to pick him up yesterday, and he told Michael he had had a good day.  Michael took him and got pizza and just spent a little one-on-one time with Silas until I got off work.  

You know when you have a seriously crappy day, and your buddy says, let's go grab a drink or dinner or whatever?  Just spending a couple of hours with someone whose company you sincerely enjoy makes all the difference in that day.

That is what I envision yesterday afternoon was for Silas.  He was in a great mood when I picked him up.

There were still tears this morning, but they were much fewer.  He perked up when I told him daddy was going to try to pick him up again.

I have always known this split household thing was going to be really tough on Silas.  So, I'm grateful that Michael and I are almost always on the same page about the kids and can work together in situations like this.  I'm so glad for Silas that he still has two parents who do everything they can to be involved in his life and help him through rough transitions.

You make these decisions and then have to pray everything works out well for your kids.  And I count my blessings daily that things seem to be working out pretty great for everyone involved.

So, onward we march in this preschool transition.  The village raising Silas.  Scattered though the village may be, we have our love of that little boy in common.  

There are probably still a few more rough days ahead, but in a couple of weeks, Silas will be running the joint if I know him.

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