This morning, I walked him to his preschool classroom and then kissed him goodbye and walked out, only to look down to find him there following me. And that happened 3 times. The last time, the teacher called him cheerily back into the class and I walked away, just like all the books say to do.
And you know what? He did fine. No tears. Not even one. We talked about feeling nervous. But we also talked about all the new things he'll learn and all the new friends he'll make.
On the way home from his first day of school, he declared happily "I LOVE SCHOOL!" Yay!