With the exception of the obligatory weirdy hour where Kyan goes to pick up his report card on Tuesday, my kids are officially done with school this year. Whew! We made it. And, trust me, there were a couple of times when I thought we wouldn’t.
But, my celebratory dance is a touch bittersweet, because come August, all three of the boys will be in school. I can’t even believe it.
Filling out Devin’s preschool forms was actually so emotional for me, I had to leave it to the Brocker. He’s been my little sidekick for three years, and while I know it’s a good thing he’s stoked to be joining the academic fold, I’m still saddened a bit by his enthusiasm. After all, I quit working outside of the home a month before he was born, so he’s never known anything but being with me, day in and day out.
I realize he’ll only be gone a few hours a day, but I’m not sure I’m ready. It gives me flashbacks of dropping his brothers off at the babysitter when I was still working outside of the home. Well, except that that was out of pure necessity, where this is to actually give him a jump on his educational experience. I know he’s ready. He’s been ready. I’m the one with the separation anxiety.
How did you handle your youngest going to school? Please tell me my crazy will wear off sooner than later.