When the Bus Leaves
I always have mixed emotions when my kids go back to school, but this year even more so. My baby boy will be starting full day preschool. I know it's a good thing, but I feel like I'm not done with him yet.
Five years ago (five years ago?!), when Madison went to kindergarten, it all seemed like the natural order of things, even though I felt like I wasn't done with her yet either. Why is it so hard for us to separate? We want our kids to grow, and learn, and make new friends, but when it comes time for them to go, we want them to stay babies forever.
Back then, I went overboard on the "getting ready for school" stuff. I read every book I could find from the library. Like this one...
I made these bracelets for us to wear, so that we could feel connected all day. (I think this was more for me, than it was for her.)
I didn't show any signs of worry or apprehension. I smiled when the bus left, and shouted, "Have a great day!"...and then I burst into tears, and played with my bracelet all day until she came home.
When she did come home, she was full of stories about growing, and learning, and making new friends. It was the same when Macy went to school, and I"m sure it will be the same (but, it's too soon. It's not kindergarten...it's preschool. I still have two more years left! He's not ready for "getting ready for school" stories, and I'm sure he would eat his bracelet! I've been robbed!) for Griffin...my baby.
So, when the bus leaves again this year, I'll most likely cry, and feel odd, like I'm missing an arm or a leg or something, but really it's my heart that's driving away. I'll feel sad and empty for a while, but then I'll remember it's a good thing...(sniff)
Quote of the day - The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows. - Sydney J. Harris