I registered my oldest kid for kindergarten yesterday. I kept making jokes beforehand about how I was gonna cry but I didn't think I actually would. Well I did. A lot.
My husband and I walked into the school and I was looking around at the building, the kids going to band class, the little projects on the wall.... I felt like it wasn't that long ago that I was spending my days in a building like that. Time goes by SO fast. I let my husband handle all the registration stuff because I felt myself getting emotional. I kept yelling at myself in my head, "You will NOT cry in this building. You will wait till you get in the car." I didn't make it to the car. I barely made it to the door of the school.
My 3 kids are all in the same daycare right now. In my mind, daycare is this safe place where all my kids are together. It's comfortable. It's home. It's familiar. School is this big old scary building where my son will be all alone with new scary people and new scary teachers. I'm sure he'll be fine but I was terrified enough for both of us. I don't want him to grow up. I want him to stay in daycare forever. Next year I'll be registering my younger son for kindergarten (that is, if he can ever stop crapping his pants) but hopefully by then I'll know the drill and won't be a big blubbering baby.
I'm not ready. I'm not ready for kindergarten.
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