Tonight I packed my little boy up forbid first day of pre-school. I gathered his blanket and sheet, folded each one and placed them neatly in his backpack. I carefully chose his outfit and my husband ironed it so he looked nice and neat. I chose extra clothes and even packed him a pair of pants in case he gets cold. I packed up his little lunch box with all his favorite foods and snacks. If he could read, I'd even write him a little note. I'd even hide it in a place where only he knows it is so his friends don't tease him.
It's a bittersweet day. I've always been so protective of him since the day he was born. He's only ever stayed with family and our close friend. He was so tiny when he was born. He seemed so fragile. If it was safe to wrap him in bubble wrap when he started walking, trust me, I would have.
You can say my anxiety level is at an all time high. A piece of me is making his way out into the world to learn and discover who he is. And I am beyond thrilled for him, but he will always be my little baby, even when he is married with kids of his own, he's my baby.
I'm going to use every ounce of strength I have tomorrow to hold myself together in front of him and I'm confident that I can, but I can't promise what will happen when I get in the car. it's going to be a long day...
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