Wednesday, August 11, 2010
And he's off
Today, my baby went to kindergarten.
And in 51 minutes - yes, I am counting - I can go get him.
I can't wait. I need to make sure he was OK. I need to ask how lunch went. Could he get the baggies holding his peanut butter and jelly and strawberries open? If he couldn't, did he ask for help? Did he do alright in the bathroom? Did he make a friend? How does he like his teacher? Did he learn anything today? When is P.E.? What about music? Were the kids in his class nice? How was recess? What did he play with? What are the names of the kids who sit at his table? Did his teacher read any books? What did he do with his school supplies?
Did he miss me?
Hey, I haven't even cried today. (That's because I cried for hours last night. I wish I was kidding.)
I go back and forth between knowing that my child is nothing but ready for this next step in his life, that it's exactly what he needs to continue growing and thriving AND from feeling like I want to cling to whatever strands of blonde hair I can grab ahold of to keep him from growing up - and away from Mommy - any faster.
What can I do anyway, though? Except cheer him on as he goes out into this big, wondrous world.
Here's to you, my baby boy. Go get 'em.