He’s Ready But I’m Not

He’s ready but I’m not.

It’s the big one–the first day of kindergarten.

And I’m not ready . . . but he is.

He’s ready for his newfound independence and to be one of the “big” kids now.

He’s ready for learning and making new friends.

He’s got his lunch box all picked out and his backpack is all packed.

He’s ready–but Mommy’s not.

I’m not ready for him to be away from me for seven hours a day (why is it sooo long?).

I’m not ready to say goodbye to my preschooler and for him to need me less.

I’m not ready for this milestone because I know it’s only the beginning. The beginning of the long goodbye. And part of me is mourning the end of this season–the end of him being at home with me all the time.

I’m excited for him, don’t get me wrong. But I’m also anxious (like, what if he needs me?). And I’m sad (like, what if he doesn’t need me?). It’s all so very bittersweet.

He may be ready for kindergarten . . . 

But Mommy’s not.