First day of school- tinged with sadness and joy

So we've made a fateful decision: we' re sending the little bear to school! Today is the first day- and its exciting but tinged with sadness.

He loved the camp we sent him to over the summer ( which is the same place as his school- our local Y). But then he went 3 days a week, 3 hours a day. Now it's a different story: 5 days a week, 6 hours a day.

So why the big jump? Like a lot of things, it's a combination of economics and needs. He needs to be with other kids- it's the thing that is mostly missing from his schedule.

We'd had a part time Nanny that was spelling me so that I could get work done- but while she was fairly priced- she was slightly unreliable in terms of time ( 9 am often meant 9:20) and the school is slightly less expensive but gives us more coverage and is more reliable. And I wasn't getting the work done that I needed to do. Hopefully the school will give me the uninterrupted time I need to get work done.

So for the first day, I've spent most of it in the lobby- I've stopped In a couple of times, but my son seems happy as a clam without me- which is I suppose better than the alternative (one of his classmates screams bloody murder every time her mom thinks about leaving.) Still, there's a certain amount of sadness here- I know he's not going to forget me, but he just walked by and didn't say anything or even wave.

Part of being the dad to a baby is how much they depend on you for everything- and although it's hard for me to admit- I like being the provider for him.

But despite my recriminations, he's having a great time, and so I can't be that bad a parent, right? Right?

C'mon guys, give me a little encouragement here!