So Monday was the day. THE DAY! The day in which the little person I've groomed to be polite, kind, and well-behaved to go to kindergarten. He told me to be brave and I've been soaking up this summer with him as he knows mama is sad! I had no idea how freaking sad I would be!! I held it together pretty well until it was time to leave him. This is what ran through my head: What if he's hungry?! What if he's too shy to tell them he has to potty? What if the kids are mean to him because he wears glasses? What if he kicks those mean kid's ass? Then he'll be labeled as a tough kid who is violent! He's so sweet! It's not fair to label him. He was only defending himself. What if he breaks his glasses? What if he gets tired and refuses to do his work? What if the teacher loses him? I could go on.....
So all you kindie moms, we will get through this! We will volunteer in our kids class, we will go eat lunch with them at 10 am (seriously, I can't pick up lunch at chic fil a yet! It's still breakfast!), we will walk our kids to their rooms in the morning, and wait an hour in the car rider line to pick up our precious babies so they don't have to wait. PTA will stand for parents there always!
I sure hope my littlest allows all this to happen! Maybe this is when I'll invest in one of those terrible "baby leashes". I'm seriously NOT for them but I don't judge...I get it! I've got a wild toddler and strap him to a stroller and it's like he's being electrocuted and the straps are poking needles in him.
Lord, please let the weekend come quickly so that I can have my baby all day with me!
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