Preschool. Can I just talk about the fact that my little boy starts preschool tomorrow? Why yes, I can, because it's my blog! I know I've said this a million times before, but I feel like my babies were *just* born. It is a little scary how fast time seems to go. It really does move at lightening speed once you have children. I remember my mother in law telling me when Fletcher was born to be careful, or before you know it your son is the one having the babies. I can see now what she meant. Ultimate truth of motherhood: the days are long, but the years are short.
And now Fletcher is off to school. (*sob*) And so like the natural born worrier I am, I am full of worry for his first year of school. He is such a soft soul, easily hurt, feelings easily bruised that I worry about what other kids might say to him. It truly worries me that he will be hurt, but even worse, that his soft soul might harden. I know. I know. It's preschool, not prison. And he will be fine. He is so! excited! to go to school, and it is all he talks about. So he will be fine. Right?
I am now starting to understand why people homeschool. It's still not for us, but I get it a little bit more. A big part of me wants to keep him this innocent and sweet for forever. But he is intent on going to school with other kiddos, and is profoundly disappointed that he can't ride a school bus yet. So I think he's ready. Time to cut the apron strings. But the heart strings are still firmly attached.