My son starts kindergarten today. I could probably just leave it at that and many of you would know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.
I didn’t cry on the first day of preschool. I was ready for the break.
I didn’t even cry the following preschool year when his sister joined him. I rejoiced for the alone time.
Today, I feel like I’m setting him free into the wild. It’s where he belongs but still it’s hard. I’m excited for what he’s going to learn and discover but I know that he’s going to come home different. What he learns from Mommy, Daddy and Google aren’t going to be enough anymore.
As long as he still calls a calculator a copulator and asks for Hooshey’s Kisses for dessert, he’ll be my baby boy a little longer.