So tomorrow is Luke's first day of school. First day of sending my little boy out into the world, my baby. It is my first day trusting completely that strangers will take care of him for the 4 hours he is in their hands. That they will put him on the bus, take him off the bus and do everything in between. I am terrified. Absolutely, completely terrified. He is so young. He might be 3 but he really still is my baby. He still can't talk, he still is not able to tell you what he needs. He still gets scared when he thinks no one is there to make eye contact with him. He still will fall if he is not properly in a seat. I know as a mother we are our children's advocate but I feel the need to explain to the world that yes he is different, yes he is special, but he is wonderful. He is kind. He is good. He is still just a baby. And I say baby but what I mean is about 18 months developmentally. I feel the need to tell people that, to help them understand. But I can't be there for this. It is the first time I won't be able to explain this to every person that he comes in contact with him. It is his first time he will have to just be Luke. And it will be OK. It will be better than OK, it will be great. He is progressing steadily, he is getting better and better. And this developmental preschool is going to help him learn even faster.
TODAYDecember 7, 2010 7:45 AM
I did it. He left. I am so grateful to such a kind bus driver to help ease my fears. He was a little timid and nervous but he did such a good job.
P.S.
I was a teacher, I never thought I would be a mom who had a hard time letting go
P.S.S Best quote of the day from the kid sitting in front of Luke.
"I want to sit by that kid"
He wants to sit by Luke :-)