I have, so far, had a relatively low key reaction to the Big Dude starting school.
In fact, I have been excited for him. He is SO ready. He and his little buddies are planning play dates daily out of a constant need for stimulation. He’s starting to read, counting to 100 and even teaching his brother the ABCs… in french.
Yet, the seeds of anxiety are starting to sprout. I was speaking to a woman earlier this week who had to drop everything and rush to the school because her son had broken his arm on the playground. That, of course, played right into my own fears. The only moment I had any hesitation about school at the parent information night was when they showed the kids on the playground and it dawned on me that there would no longer always be one adult tasked with watching over the Big Dude at all time. Sure, there will be supervision at the playground but it’s not the same.
Intellectually I know he will be fine… I know the teachers in the school are great and they will take care of him. I even know that a broken arm isn’t the end of the world.
I think what I am struggling with is the loss of control. I have been involved in every aspect of the Big Dude’s life for the last 4 1/2 years. Now, a big chunk of his day will be beyond my control. It’s taking a bit of getting used to.
I’ll still be happy for him the day he first gets into that school bus that he’s so excited about. I’m just not so sure I’ll be dry-eyed while I’m waving him off… and I know I’ll be one of those parents who follows the bus to school to make sure he gets there safely!