My baby starts kindergarten in 13 days, 1 hour and 12 minutes.
I actually started crying in the school office when I dropped off his birth certificate and registration forms yesterday. I stood there blubbering, and the school’s registrar smiled. Apparently I’m not the only mom who gets choked up at the idea of kindergarten.
I’m not actually sad about it. How could I be when he wakes up every morning asking me how many days, hours and minutes until the first day of school?
But I am feeling very nostalgic. I know it sounds trite, but the days have literally flown by. Suddenly my Joey—the baby who has made me laugh, smile and cry every day since he was born—is old enough to go to school.
And now I’m starting to wonder: Is he ready? I’m actually not concerned about his math or reading or science skills—those will come—but is he ready to go off every day and to show God’s love with everything he does?
A big prayer for a five-year-old, but how could I as a parent expect anything less?
Time will tell.
Is anyone else feeling nostalgic about school starting?
