That day has come…
Where I nervously pack his bag…pick which shirt and short to wear…
The day I was swept by mixture of emotions (maybe) only mothers can truly understands. Part of me is proud seeing this boy embark on a new journey, a huge milestone in his life, thrilled to hear about his adventure in that place. Yet, I was swept away with sadness.
It started a day before, when my parents and I took him to get his hair trimmed. Well, it went on beyond it. We pretty much let his curls got chopped off. Those cute precious soft curls that has been on his tiny head for 2 years!
In an instant…my tot loses his ‘babyish’ look, in an instant I miss those annoying curls.
How is it possible for a four years old to suddenly look all grown up? No one ever warned me about this. He’s my baby…my pumpkin! Yet, he’s no longer a baby. Lil’ A is almost too big to be called Little anymore.
So on that morning when we stepped into a new territory where he will be spending times playing, learning, socializing for the next few years…you could almost see my heart dragging behind my steps.
I had kept him to myself for four years…and now I had to peel myself away from him – at least for a few hours. This was even harder than leaving him when I started working full time.
My worry wart Mommy self kicked in when I saw him crying at first because it’s all new and he wanted his Mommy to stay in his classroom.
“Maybe he’s not ready!” worry wart Mommy chipped in “Let’s just take him home…” she continues to terrorizing me while the try-to-be-wise-Mommy- in me said “Do NOT hover!!! He’s fine!”
Had to fight my tears when I was in the principal’s office, as she must’ve sensed my nervousness and tried to assured me that Lil’ A will be fine.
It was a pure mixed up emotions all rolled into one.
Letting him go into that classroom is like opening the door and setting him out by himself to discover the world for the very first time.
This Mommy definitely needs to toughen up and be on the sideline like any other good mother and not being a helicopter parent.