I know it seems melodramatic of me, but I’m feeling really emotional about tomorrow — Tate’s 1st day of preschool. I know many of you are sick of hearing about this topic, but just hear me out. I want him to go. I need him to go. I think it will be a great thing for him. But, I can’t help but be nervous and melancholy about it as well. This past weekend, I was frantically going through everything I think he should know (in my mind) and hoping that he is well-equipped.
This summer, we’ve been diligently working on all of the important stuff — please and thank you, going potty by yourself, recognizing the ABC’s and writing your letters and numbers. He is great with most of this stuff and I’m just happy he has such a thirst for more knowledge and is ready to learn. He will do well!
Again, I’m just struggling, as a Mom, to let go and let my son be on his own — without me! I know his teachers are great and the kids all seem very sweet. He will hopefully make friends fast and I will get to know some of their parents along the way. I’m excited about all of these prospects. I really am. It’s just all very new and change always brings a bit of anxiety with it.
So, stay tuned…I’ll share more tomorrow with pics. I’m currently just praying we make it on time and he doesn’t have a huge meltdown and hang on to our legs as we walk out the door. That would be a great first day!
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