Ok, my sweet little Internet ones, everyone said I would cry when Primo went to kindergarten. I don't know, he doesn't start till tomorrow, but I seriously doubt tears. I am dancing a little jig of joy just thinking about someone else entertaining and challenging that active and bright brain for six hours a day, instead of me. However, I just dropped Segundo off for his first day of preschool. He will go three mornings a week, to the same nursery school that Primo attended, half a block away. And?
I cried.
Not where he could see me, or where anyone else could see, or even a whole lot. But I got a little misty-eyed.
My baby.
I know I have Terzo, technically The Baby, but Seggie is so sweet and cute and openhearted and trusting. He is one of those people who lights up a room. And he adores me, which is gratifying. And he sat right down and started playng with the toys he's been jonesing to play with since Primo graduated preschool, but then when I lingered - for me, mind you - then he got a little clingy. He asked to go home. Some of it might be that his Uncle C is here, and he doesn't want to miss out on quality time with him. And some of it is just Seg getting used to a familiar but nonetheless new-to-him place. But then he gave me a wave and his smile, and was fine. He's growing up. He's a big boy now, one who pees in the potty and can write his name and dress himself. But as I am fond of telling - reminding - my boys: You will always be my baby.
Will keep you updated on whether or not I cry tomorrow morning.
13 comments:
Hooray for Seg! And I knew you'd cry. :-)
I don't cry on the first day of school anymore, but I still get misty on the last day every year, when the kids troop through the auditorium to the new section of seats they'll sit in the following year.
I'm a sap.
Well, who wouldn't? Just look at that little man walking down the street.
You are all SO GIRLY!
-Mr. Macho Man
P.S. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Drinks!
Drinks all around.
(we'll see about Joke...wait till one of his boys gets married, he'll cry like a little girl.)
At least you have one more at home. When the Boy goes to pre-school next year (only 12 hours a week - but he's never been in any sort of childcare before), I know I'm going to feel bereft. Then, 5 minutes later I'll feel FREE :-)
Good luck with Primo. I finally felt like a Grown-Up on the Girl's first day of school.
(Tired today, stayed up late reading Gentlemen and Players, it was that good - thank you and Gina!)
I just cry at Alziehmer's commercials...I can't imagine having children that go off to school. I am SO EXCITED--both you and Sally have boys starting Kindergarten tomorrow and you'd think I was a blood aunt or something, I feel so proud. You'll take some pictures, right? I want to see that cute uniform.
And Seggie's a big boy too. Wow. Time just marches on...
"He's a big boy now ..."
He looks SO TINY to me. I'd be misty and girlish too.
Argh! Letting them grow up is the hardest thing. When they are babies and you have to do everything for them you can't wait until they can do things for themselves.. and then they do and you feel like they are moving on from you.
It's all hard! They may as well just rip your heart out, stomp all over it, and replace it all bruised and sore in the delivery room.
My daughter starts big girl school next year and I get so scared for her sometimes that I just want to pick her up and runaway to places where kids don't have to do things like be thrown into a room with lots of yucky kids. But then I snap out of it and think she'll be fine .. and I turn my worry to how quickly time goes by instead!
It's hard to watch them grow so fast.
He looks so tiny that I find myself tearing up.
Oh dear, I can feel the tears welling up now for my little one who starts pre-school next year...
I'd be crying, too, and did.
My youngest started --- high school!! How unbelievable is that?
This is the first time in 18 years that I haven't had a kid in grade school.
That's a lot of cupcakes!
*sniff*
He is such a cute little boy. I hope he loves school.
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