My baby went to preschool Monday. Yes, it's not kindergarten and yes, he's been in preschool for several years now, but this is different. This is in the same school as big brother and he goes in and comes out at the same time as big brother three times a week.
Part of me is thrilled at the prospect of the 3 full days to work in peace and quiet without the guilt of trying to be present with him and whatever he is doing and trying to respond to work emails, make calls, etc.
Part of me missed him on Monday afternoon as the quiet grew long and the dogs and cats napped.
He is my baby forever and always…he's made me promise that.
And while I don't have the same worries for him, my younger, easier going, charming, but with a stubborn streak a mile wide son, as I do for my older, type-A, intense son, I do have a prayer for my preschooler's school year too.
I pray for the teachers that they would know and love and protect that sweet little heart as I do;
I pray for my son that he would absorb and learn and make friends and laugh and play and embrace all that is put before him;
I pray for us, as his parents, that we would know how to guide and foster his love of learning and friendship and creativity.
I pray for my son that his joy and excitement for school and learning will not wane, but will continue to burn throughout his life as he discovers and pursues his passions.
It was with great anticipation and excitement that my tall, charming, sweet, rambunctious almost 5 year old went off to school with his brother. His broad smile told me, as I picked him up late in the day, that he had not been disappointed. May this continue every day of school this year. Over and out…