Well, today's the big day. I've been dreading it for about two years now, but I just can't avoid it any longer. The time is now. My darling baby boy is on his last day of preschool, and I have a lot of feelings about it. Probably too many feelings. As the mother of a soon-to-be fifth grader, and now a soon-to-be kindergartener, I'm caught in a weird mix of emotions. Some things you feel when your kid graduates preschool are totally legit, while others, well, I'll let you be the judge.
It's no secret my son and I are incredibly close. He's known as my rainbow baby — born after two miscarriages — and his existence has literally revived my broken heart. I also love my daughter, his older sister, who is absolutely amazing in her own right. When she graduated preschool, I shed some tears thinking of how big she suddenly seemed walking down that aisle, but today isn't about her. Nope, it's about my baby. My son exists on the assumption that I'm the greatest human on the planet. He was born thinking I'm it, he reminds me daily, and there's little he does that doesn't amaze me.
My son's always been on the shy side until he's comfortable, so watching him make friends has been a beautiful thing to witness. He's quiet, but always listening, taking everything in to use at the appropriate time (which is usually when we're in public and he wants to have an embarrassing conversation), and doesn't miss a beat with his uncanny quips. Our relationship is my infinite sunshine on days I wake with dark clouds hovering over, so to think of my little guy leaving preschool to enter "big kid school" next year makes my heart simultaneously ache and swell. Motherhood is so very complicated, isn't it?With that, here's the wide range of emotions I've experienced over the last few hours.