Knock on wood.
Yesterday when I dropped Jackson off at school he started to cry and ran towards me. I picked him up and said, "Ms. Ernistine is your friend, remember?" and handed him off. He cried for a second and then stopped. She took him with her to erase the dry erase board. He loved it and was fine.
Today when I dropped Jackson off, Ms. Ernistine walked out of the classroom to get something. As soon as he saw her in the hall, he turned, buried his face in my leg, and wouldn't let go. I thought it was a sign it was going to be a bad drop off. I finally get him into his classroom and put away his stuff while he walked around (good sign). Then, I got a wipe to clean his face (which he actually likes). Instead of running to me, he ran to the toys and started playing. I decided to use that moment to say bye-bye and head for the door. He looked at me, looked at the toys, and went back to playing.
I know a lot of parents think it's a sad day when their kid doesn't look back at school and just wants to be with friends or play, but not me. I was overjoyed! Maybe I'll change my mind later, but for today it was a good start to the day. For two days in a row I didn't start my day with my heart being ripped out because Jackson is so upset that we're leaving him.