I am freaking out. *F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G OUT! *
My baby is starting school this week.
I hemmed and hawed and wondered and queried and worried and fussed about whether he was ready for this giant leap, especially being half a year behind. But the truth is, it turns out, that I'm the one who's not ready. I keep getting teary. Watching back to school commercials on TV. Buying him size ten shoes at the store. TEN! When did he start wearing size ten shoes? (The people at Superstore now suspect that I am a total lunatic.)
When did he start saying, "Oh thank you Mama," when I do something for him? When did he start saying such smart, creative things? When did he get so tall? When did he start imaginative play? Making up cool rhyming songs and dances? When did he get so grown up? It happened right before my eyes and I feel like I missed it. My sweet little sensitive dude, going out into the world.... without me.
Waaaahhhhhhhhh. Aw man. I'm a total mess.
I'm sure he'll be fine. (He'll be fine, right?)
But am I going to make it through the first week of school?!?