My little guy started school today and I'm sitting here worrying about him. I'm not exactly sure why. He ran right out to the playground this morning, excited to get out there and play. When the whistle blew I told him that meant he needed to go line up, so he grabbed his backpack and ran over to get in line. There was no tears. No hug. He didn't even say good bye. I think it's safe to say that he's going to be fine.
Me on the other hand, I feel a little like the poor little boy in his class that was crying and didn't want to let go of his mom. Letting go is hard, but I'm glad that my guy can be confident enough to go out and try something new without me.
I'm sitting here at the library right down the street... just in case he needs me. Hopefully I can manage to ignore my worries and get some writing done.
I know the feeling! My two go back to school next week - I'm trying to milk everything I can out of these last few days of summer vacation.
ReplyDeleteSounds intense. I hope he has a great first day and you do, too!
ReplyDeleteI did that too Ishta! Summer vacation is precious. Enjoy your last week!
ReplyDeleteThanks Paul. He did have a great first day. He loved it. Today I actually came home(30 minutes away) while he is at school. I didn't think I'd be doing that for a while, but he's so happy there I think he'll be fine. It does feel weird to be home without him though.