The tears are coming, oh, the tears are coming…And not from my 3 yr. old son, but from Mommy.
Source: Microsoft Office ClipArt Is it just me, or do those doors look totally manacing?? |
And the thing is, I swore up and down that I would never be the kind of mom who was bawling when she finally sent her kid off to school. I will be, I so will be. I thought I would rejoice to get the “break” (only a pseudo- break b/c I’ll still have my daughter on hand), and probably, in a few weeks I will be finding it really groovy to just be one-kid-ing it those couple mornings a week.
But right now, it seems like the end of the world. Aside from reasonably proportionate panic over whether he will know how to stand in line, remember to say thank you and not snatch the crayons out of Johnny’s hands, there is an overwhelming feeling that we have reached an epic crossroads over which we can never cross back. My baby boy is flying the coop. Should I take him shopping for cheap dorm room carpets and a mini fridge now? Because honestly, it basically feels like if preschool is now, college will be next week, so might as well get on top of it. As far as I can tell, he’s all set and my parenting gig has run it’s course…well, as soon as he finally starts pooping on the potty, right?
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