My son starts VPK in 2 weeks. I don’t know how it happened. I blinked and he was nearly 5 years old. How did 5 whole years pass in a whirlwind of diapers, trains, and Disney marathons?
I feel like I missed it. I mean, I know that I made a conscious effort not to, I actively tried to commit to memory things that I knew I was afraid to forget. Things like his pudgy baby hands and pudgy baby smell. And how he used to let me rock him to sleep at night.
But you do. It’s impossible to remember a baby face when you watch it grow each day. I still just can’t even understand it.
Motherhood is so weird sometimes. My life goes so much faster when I consider how quickly my children grow. I don’t feel like I’ve been a mother for half a decade and yet, I have.
I am not ready to send him off to be with someone else all through the week yet, or to deal with the things that he’ll learn from other students, or the fact that he won’t even look back when I drop him off in 2 Mondays.
I am one of those crazy moms, I will sincerely miss him ALL day. Some of my friends are so happy that their kids are off to school, not me. I love everything just the way it is now. This is probably partially that I hate most types of change, partially momma bear syndrome.
I’m glad he is excited. But I can’t help but go complete freak panic mode.
When I first had him, I was upset that he “just missed the cut off” for school, and would essentially be almost a year behind because his birthday is in October. But it turns out…I am really glad. haha!
I think that he is much better suited to start school this year as opposed to last year at this time. He really needed the time to develop some more behaviorally. His teachers will be oh so thankful. haha!
Now, this is not to say that I’m not excited at all, I really am. It’s more that I wasn’t prepared for how quickly it would pass by. I feel like my baby is all grown up!
Ugh! Mommas how did you get through this?!?!
