How Do Other Parents Survive It?

24 Jul

My baby starts KINDERGARTEN in three weeks…not that I am counting down the days until my life is essentially over or anything 😦

How did this happen? Where did the time go? I want to go back in time 5 1/2 years and tell my old self that time really does go by as fast as everyone says it will and I want to tell my old self to cherish every single moment of those chubby cheek days where your little ones hands are so small that they can wrap their entire hand around your finger.

My baby is going to KINDERGARTEN

I am not worried about him. He is incredibly smart and social and…amazing. He is beyond excited. But, me? I am dreading it. It means he is no longer a baby. It means I have to trust someone else with his learning and growth. Someone I have never met, someone who doesn’t know him inside and out like I do.

MY BABY IS GOING TO KINDERGARTEN!!!!

I don’t know how I will possibly survive. They may have to pry my cold clammy hands off of him the first day. I may cry so much that the classroom becomes a swimming pool. Other parents make it out alive, but I don’t know how I possibly will. He’s my baby. My sidekick who always makes me laugh. Soon he will have a best friend who’s name isn’t Mommy and he will start calling other boys “bro” and “man.”

My baby is going to KINDERGARTEN

How will the earth keep spinning normally when it is such a monumental moment? How will everyone else in the world carry on with their day as if nothing is different. Everything is different because he is my baby. He is the innocent child who wants to know everything about the world and up until this moment it was my job to teach it all to him. And, somewhere along the line, time kept passing and he kept getting older and older and my eyes still saw the chubby cheek little baby that he was 5 1/2 years ago.

MY BABY IS GOING TO KINDERGARTEN

….and I don’t know how I will survive it

2 Responses to “How Do Other Parents Survive It?”

  1. Grandma July 25, 2013 at 9:44 am #

    You will survive, I promise.

  2. melindaclayton July 29, 2013 at 9:00 pm #

    Beautiful. And it made me cry, remembering how I cried when my boys started school. There are always transitions (I’m in one now, with my boys in their teens). Somehow we manage. But I think we always miss those days when they loved us unconditionally.

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