Letting Go

It is a strange sensation knowing I have lost sole responsibility for my child’s education. My oldest son is learning things I didn’t teach him. Last night he said “salut” to my husband and I at bedtime. It gave me pause. You see, he started a French immersion preschool yesterday. While I had been teaching him some French words to get him interested, salut was not one of them. It felt wrong to know someone else was responsible for his education too. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great he’s starting school. He’s a smart kid and needs the stimulation and the socialization but, having left a fairly exciting career to care for him, it feels strange to let go. Thank god I have two years of preschool to get used to the idea… imagine what a mess I’ll be when he starts kindergarden!