Last week, my 4 year old son turned 4 and started preschool. He’s been looking forward to school for months and was really upset when his sister started school because he wanted to start as well. We thought he would be starting in October which would give me (and my mom) time to prepare. I received the phone call the week prior asking if he could start on Monday. We ended up postponing it until Tuesday, but he officially started on Tuesday of last week.
I felt pretty good considering my “baby” was growing up and wasn’t really a baby anymore. My mom however, did not sleep a wink because she was so nervous about him going. She would be the one dropping him off and picking him up everyday, so I suppose that makes sense. I thought I’d be more emotional or a nervous about him starting, but it wasn’t really phasing me.
She took him to school and dropped him off with his 2 teachers and 4 helpers! She took my standard first day photos for me since I was stuck at work. I almost cried when she sent me the pictures because I wouldn’t believe my little boy was in school already. It feels like he was just born.
Afterschool, my mom picked him up and he did a great job! The teachers were all happy with him, said he was amazing. I could not be more proud of my little man.
On Friday, I was able to take him to school. I happened to be off work that day, so I was really excited about being able to meet his teachers and see him off for his 3rd day of school. We got to the school a little early and he informed me where his grandma parks and the gate they enter and where they are supposed to stand and wait. He did have the classroom wrong, but what can you expect from a 4 year old on his 3rd day of school, ever!
The teacher had me sign him in and off he ran into the classroom. He didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t give me hugs or kisses, he was just gone. I walked back to my car feeling kind of sad and when I was alone, I finally cried. My baby boy wasn’t such a baby anymore and it’s hard to believe it has gone by so fast. He still cuddles and he’s still such a momma’s boy, but it’s the little things like running off into that classroom without even saying goodbye that makes me realize just how much time has passed. It makes me a sad momma.
He already can’t wait for school next week and I’m just glad I get to spend the weekend with my babies!
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