I woke up early this morning. More than once. I get antsy before every first in my life and today was no exception.
Except it was his first and not mine. His first day of preschool.
I know what you’re thinking- No big deal, he’s just gone for a couple hours a day to a fantastic preschool. A little baby step on the road to letting him be more and more independent.
Baby or not, every step is important and every step forward is, in a way a step away from me and towards independence.
I want him to be an independent adult some day. But that doesn’t mean the letting go isn’t a little hard.
He’s going to a wonderful school and I could not be handing him over to more loving arms. I feel such a peace about his school and yet it’s still a little tough to just leave him there. On the way to school I showered him in quiet prayers and prayed him through the day.
I missed him and I am sad that the era of us always being together is over but I know that this new stage of our lives will bring such blessings. And I’m going to choose to focus on those bright blessings because if I don’t I’m going to wallow a little and hit up the nearest donut shop to eat my feelings… which would be bad because I started dieting yesterday and I’d like to think I can be disciplined enough to diet for more than 30 some hours.
He had a great time and is excited to go back tomorrow. But for now he says he’s tired so he’s snuggled up next to me, enjoying a little rest. And I’m enjoying it too.