This month of August has been like traveling back in time when I was in elementary school being anxious and nervous on my first day of school. No I'm not talking about myself, although I was a little nervous about starting classes again. The anxiousness comes from a mother letting go of her son on his first day of preschool. It all started with receiving the information from his school with the dates of when classes began earlier this month. Then was the school supplies list that was attached that are needed for the year--yes an actual long list of supplies for preschool!
My son has been excited ever since we toured the school and he experienced for a while what preschool was. Ever since then he has been asking me, "Mommy am I going to school today?", on periodic basis. I can just hope that he will keep his enthusiasm for school in the coming years. I am excited and sad that he is growing up so fast. It's like the older you get the faster time flies by. I remember being 15 wishing I was 21 already (the waiting seemed like eternity). Now I wish I could go back to being 15, just to enjoy it a little more.
I had a few weeks of starting the process of getting the supplies, getting his school physical and all other things that I will look forward to as a parent of three kids, for the next 17 years. As I rush to get all these things, the day he starts school just keeps getting closer and closer. As selfish as I may seem I just don't want to let him go. I understand now what my mother told me all those years, "you will see when you have kids". Growing up, every time I heard that from my mother I was like," yea OK", "whatever" ( in my head of course). But now as the day approaches when I will leave my son by himself with strangers for most of the day, I understand the sifnificance.
