"Oh no, I gotta go back to school again." ~ Grease 2
Well, we made it. Q officially started his first day of preschool. He practically pushed me out of the door, telling me "Mama, go." I had a hunch that he wouldn't experience separation anxiety. There's just way too much to do at his new school. A ton of trucks and musical instruments and art projects. Endless outdoor entertainment. Even the baby dolls intrigued him. I was just in the way. So, after one last kiss and hug and Q almost to the point of rolling his eyes at me, I walked away. Other kids were crying and clinging to their parents, so I felt a mixture of pride and relief . . . . and then . . .
I've been so focused on this pregnancy and the any-minute-now arrival of LL that I forgot to anticipate how I would feel upon leaving him at school for the first time. My heart started racing and proceeded to drop to my stomach. I panicked. My baby boy is in school and I won't be there! What if they can't get him back inside for any of the more structured activities? What if he scratches his teachers like he's been doing to us when he's not ready to leave whatever he's doing? What if he realizes later that I'm really not there and starts melting down? I had to remember that he's in good hands with experienced teachers who have seen it all. And that all of this will be good for him. He will learn so much. And so will I.
So, I got into my car and drove to the store, reminding myself that I wouldn't have many mornings like this in the near future. A couple of hours all to myself. Baby girl must have sensed my need to be there for Q's first day and the benefit of some alone time afterward. Thank you, little love dove. You're going to be a wonderful sister.
And to you, my big schoolboy Q, you make mama so very proud. Your curiosity and passion for life are inspiring. I know you will thrive in school. I'm incredibly excited for your new journey, the beginning of your education, the friends you will make, what you will bring home with you. This next step. The world is yours, Quincy Kye. Drive on.