It seems we began counting down the days until Rocky goes to school since we brought him home from the hospital. Now the day is near and it’s bittersweet. It’s a leap of faith knowing that I can’t protect him during his time there. There will be days of sadness and frustration throughout the school years that he will have to face and deal with himself. Have we prepared him enough?
He’s nervous but ready, I think. I will miss my daily companion but I’m excited for him to experience new things. I trust my child will be forthcoming about everything that goes on at school (he’s that kind of kid) but I’m now left without a child to take to my mom’s group meet-ups (they usually meet in the mornings). I could attend by myself but it kind of feels like a graduation. Going back just isn’t the same. Fortunately, I’ve made some great connections that I will continue to nourish and I can now look forward to forging new friendships with other moms of kindergarteners and participating in the classroom as a room mother, just as my mom did for me.
I have become so used to talking to him that I wouldn’t be surprised to be perceived as the crazy lady at the store talking to herself. If you see such a person, imagine that it might be another mom whose child just started school like mine. No, really, we’re just used to having little ears listening to us! Funny, I remember how awkward it was when I began talking to him as a baby and he wasn’t able to respond. Boy did that backfire, now I have a chatterbox with a big vocabulary he can use to sass me. Moms of infants, take note! I hope he can put it to good use in the classroom but I suspect I may be getting some calls from the teacher.