My little boy starts preschool this week and it is bittersweet. On one hand I am happy to let him go and have some free time to myself, the first in four years. On the other hand it is sad because he is my baby, my boy, and I have so enjoyed having him at home with me. He grew up so fast. Partly because he was born 17 months after his sister and I have been so darn busy and partly because he was so quiet and snuggly and was so easy to love that the time just flew by. I hardly noticed he became a little boy. My baby is slowly disappearing and this other person is emerging. A real person, with his own feelings and insecurities. He asked me if he would be lonely at school, which of course broke my heart. I told him that he would have his friends and teacher for company and would never be lonely. But I can’t guarantee it. That is the scary part of letting go. I can’t guarantee he won’t be hurt, or lonely, or scared. Whoever said that having a child was like taking your heart out and letting it walk away was right This mom business is tough stuff. I can only hope for the best and be the first one to pick him up at the end of class.
