Tomorrow marks the end of an era...my son will be spending the majority of his day with someone besides me. I keep thinking I should be so excited for this...the sibling rivalries that will be avoided...the chairs not to be argued over....the messes not to be made. These are reasons to be rejoice, right?Instead, I sit here, looking at his baby pictures, wondering if I taught him enough, loved him enough, and praised him enough. Even as I type, a flood of other questions and worries enters my mind. Is he on track to become the man he was sent here to become? Is he going to be kind? Is he going to remember what he was taught? As a biased mother, my glasses are rosy, my expectations great. But are they too great? Do I place on him too much pressure? It's a never-ending paridoxical quandry.
There is a notible auditory difference when he is gone, and I am dreading it :) His tall tales, his hour long stories to explain why he didn't brush his teeth, his dramatic recreations through use of stuffed animals of Ben 10 meets He-Man meets Superman meets Transformers...quality entertainment :)
For now, I have to get my game face on, and be ready for that most awful moment.....
"Bye, Mom."
