Change of clothes check, lunchbox check, outerwear clothes labeled check. Mommy totally freaked check! The night before Little Dude’s big day, the first day of school. We discussed school and that he would have so much fun. He remembered his new school had a ramp outside of the building and a pirate ship toy in the classroom. Very important things to a 4-year-old. He was excited about his new backpack we got him complete with his name on it and his lunch box. As bedtime approached, my little became more excited. We read the Kissing Hand and at that point I realized!
I am more distraught over him starting preschool then he is! I had to have a quick check in and tell myself it is preschool for goodness sakes.
However, in my mind, it was so much more. It was the beginning of his school career, and school is one of the major foundations of life! School is where he will learn, network, and have opportunities. It’s where he will learn to be what he wants to be when he grows up. It’s his education.
For me, it was his first time away from home, in a new environment with new people and without me, daddy or someone he knows! Would he remember to go potty without being reminded? Or would he have an accident?
Would he sit alone, cry, or would he take the opportunity to make new friends?
The next morning, I had my camera ready, signs made, and the pictures pose I wanted in my head! I got up early & got ready. Daddy made him a power breakfast, eggs & toast. He picked his outfit, and I helped him get dressed. The whole time reviewing the “rules” and talking about making new friends. I kept asking him if he was excited! Then we came downstairs, and he posed for pictures! My sweetie!
After about what seemed like a million pictures, he said, “ok mommy lets go to skool now.” He told me that he was ready for the bus to come. I said I would drive him and daddy would follow us. Hubs & I asked him again or maybe the hundredth time if he was excited!
He finally told us to “stop saying that”! Maybe we got on his nerves or completely freaked him out.
When we arrived at school, I really felt like it was my first day! Butterflies in my stomach and that huge lump in my throat! Little Dude ran up the ramp happy as can be and we held hands while we walked to his classroom! His new teachers and the director were there to meet and introduce us. Little Dude just walked away and played. Daddy said goodbye, and I hung around for a few more minutes. I walked over to where he was playing and said my goodbye! I kissed his hand and reminded him about the Kissing Hand story. He kissed my hand too! Little Dude said, “bye mommy”! And was happy to play with his new friends!
No tears, no, “please stay mommy,” just a calm, “bye”! I waited outside the classroom door for a few minutes before I left, just in case of large water works display! Nothing!
On my walk back to my car, I already had my 2 1/2 hours planned! I was planning on going across the street to Starbucks and work from there just so I was close in case the school called. I have to admit, I was happy to have the time to write & read! And OMG worry! Little Dude did not go number two! OMG! What if he forgets to go or forgets to tell his teacher he needs to go to the bathroom!
Ok, I was worried about bodily functions! So what! I knew he would be fine, happy and everything else but to go potty with strangers! We never worked on that or discussed it! I have to say, I can create a story in my head! And I didn’t want him to be known as the new kid that poops in his pants!
So as the story in my head grows, I catch myself, and it hits me like bird poop splattered down on the car’s windshield. Or stepping in gum!
I’m a complete control freak. Yes, I know that. But this is the first time my Little Dude is getting to be in control of himself! He’s in his own school, his class, without mommy, daddy, or someone that is going to cater & do everything for him. Little Dude has to do things for himself because as loving and caring as his teacher was she had a class full and let’s face it. He has to learn to advocate for himself. When you’re an only child, school is the first time you are learning to advocate for yourself. And I, his mother had to learn at that moment, that I have to cut the control cord and let him grow!
A lesson for both of us! And here I was, all this time worrying about class size and if I choose the right school for him. I never thought for a second that I would be learning something too!
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