Our youngest son is 4 years old. He is returning for his second year at the preschool that all our boys have attended.
Even when he didn’t have classes, he got in the routine of being there when his brother had preschool classes.
Every fall, the school is filled with the familiar faces of returning families along with new faces of parents that are just starting at the school with their children.
When school starts, you can count on some separation anxiety.
Our school, Desert Sun Child Development Center, always provides helpful information on how to handle this transition. In my experience, the best advice was to tell your child when you are leaving (Never sneak out!) and GO when you say you are going to.
Remind them that they are safe and believe it when you say it. Even if I had to leave my son crying, I could send another parent into the classroom to check on him five minutes later and he was always fine, and usually playing happily with friends.
As comfortable as we are at the school, however, every new year I prepare myself. There is a good chance that there will be crying.
I only hope that I can make it to the parking lot before my tears start to fall.
The first day of school arrives for my 4 year old. I hold my son’s hand as we cross the parking lot. His backpack moves from side to side across his back as he walks.
We chat about what his new room will look like and which friends will be in his class. I am suddenly overwhelmed as I look down towards my tiny baby that has turned into a little boy right before my eyes.
He answers my questions with words like “probably,” and “all signs point to yes.” (His brother recently got a new Magic Eight Ball.)
Before I can say something really sentimental to him, he drops my hand and races to a friend that he sees. I am left standing with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes as I watch his checkered Vans racing his friend to the front gate.
It’s not that I am not looking forward to having all three boys in school.