Tags

Kindergarten.  What I thought would be my best friend has turned out to be my worst enemy. 

This year begins the journey I will take as a mother of school-aged children.  I can’t believe it’s here already!  I’ve looked forward to next week for six years!  They’ll be going to school someday!  One less child will alleviate some of the daily destructiveness that is my life with three small boys.

And now, he’s going to be gone all day.  All day.

Why does my heart clench up and do my eyes fill with water?  The thought of him being away for so long…it hurts me! 

The idea that others may not always be kind to him, and that his pure, innocent mind will encounter evils that I can’t protect him from…I can hardly stand it.

The sweet face…the little white teeth.  Oh, my aching heart, look at the face!

I met his teacher today.  She is beyond fantastic.  I honestly could not have dreamed of a better first teacher for him, and it’s easing the pain…a little.  I couldn’t hold back the tears when she spoke.  “Kindergarten is my passion”, she said.   “The end of the year when we have “pets” like goldfish, worms and water snails is my favorite.  It’s disgusting and fantastic.  The kids love it.”  (sigh)  She is wonderful.

This woman is taking over for me.  She’ll be the one leading him through this adventure, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.  I’m saddened by the fact that she’s better qualified than I am to be his teacher.  And she is.  She’s going to do a beautiful job of transitioning my boy into his school career.  I never thought I would find myself jealous of a kindergarten teacher…isn’t this strange? 

I know this is the way it should be.  I’m just going to miss him.

He has become my constant companion, my tiny hero.  He fetches diapers, runs after his brothers, tells me I’m beautiful.  He opens my door for me and says, “After you, my lady.” 

You can hear the heartbreaking sadness in his voice as he asks, ”Why did Jesus have to die, mom?  I don’t want him to die…I love him.”  He cries for the Savior. 

I cherish this child.  I adore him, and so often lately I find myself admiring his strength of character and honesty.  Everything about him makes me proud to be his mother.

How can I bear to part with him?