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Reflections on the Eve of Preschool

I knew this day was going to come. From the moment I held him in my arms I knew his dependence on me wouldn't last

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forever. Eventually I would have to let him go and our days spent together would be relegated to the weekends. Soon, he'll have friends, sports, hobbies, school and homework. I'll no longer be his one and only "best friend." I may even have to drop him off a block away from the party so I don't embarrass him. Graduation will come; maybe he'll go away for college, maybe he'll stick around and learn a trade. He'll meet someone who'll take his breath away; my position as the most important woman in his life will become second fiddle to the one he'll call his wife. Children will come, jobs will be accepted and life's rough spots will be endured.

All the while I will remember him on that cold November day when we were first introduced. My first child. My sweet, sensitive boy. The one who so seeks my love, affection and approval. The child whom I understand the best because he's so much like me. This pure and beautiful soul who looks at me with his sweet eyes and tells me, "Mommy, I love you. You're my best friend," is growing and as the years trudge on so will the both of us.

Sure there are small annoyances during the day:

"Mom! Come wipe my butt!"

 "Mommy, can I play on PBS Kids?"

"Can I have a snack? No! I don't want fruit or vegetables I want a snack!"

I have been waiting for this. I've been waiting for a little more time to myself; time to become productive again without having the constant chatter of a little boy who hates for the world around him to be quiet. I have, admittedly, been looking forward to this day and yet here I am, the eve of this monumental day, writing through tear soaked lashes.

Tomorrow we'll embark on another first and we'll enter a new phase of life. It must happen; it's not easy but then again nothing ever is.and then it's off to school. Okay so it's only preschool and I know I shouldn't be getting myself all worked up over this but I'm finding myself at the brink of letting my child grow up. As much as I know it's a necessary step, as good as I know it will be for him, it doesn't make it easier. Moments flash of every first I've witnessed, every tear I've comforted and wiped away, every moment of frustration and every moment of pure joy.

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  • It is hard to realize how fast they grow up! I am excited for our daughter to start preschool but at the same time it is crazy to think how much of her day I will miss because she’ll be spending time away from me. It makes me grateful to know that we are in the early stages of our growing family and hopefully there will be more babies to come!

    Anna Mae on
  • Thank you for writing this. My son starts in January and i still think of him as my baby!

    Melissa C. on
  • Beautiful!

    Laura on

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