My baby starts preschool today. He is ready, this much I know. He may only be two, but he talks like a three-year-old (in this family – go figure). He is socially confident, unconcerned with bidding me adieu as long as there are toys and peers to be had. He will go to and hug pretty much any adult, a concern for security but not for separation.
Yet, he is still my baby. I can warn them time and again that he has very high caloric needs, but I don’t think they believe me when I tell them he probably needs to eat more than they do. My only concern when choosing a lunch box was to find one large enough. Will they remember when he is running out of control and pushing other kids that he probably needs to eat? Will he remember to tell them?
Will they notice when he has a poopy diaper? Will they take him to pee in the bathroom? I trust the school, but in a class where he is the only one beginning to potty train, will they let it fall by the wayside?
Will he push the other kids? Having a first child who is small and vulnerable to bullies, it horrifies me to imagine my second child will become one. Will they be strict enough? Or will he be too busy having fun and not need to create entertainment through violence?
This is the first in a lifetime of nest-leavings. I know this. I know that he will be OK and will have fun and hell, it’s only for three hours. But, this is the first. For the rest of his life, he will be leaving me. I have to trust him to find his way and trust the world to let him find it. And I have a hard time trusting either.
Perhaps I should have felt this coming from the day he refused to breastfeed, long before I was ready. But, we never feel it coming. And sometimes it feels like we have babies just to give them the power to break our hearts.
I just hope he leaves enough food at snack time for the rest of the kids.
On a totally unrelated topic: Our former babysitter recently got married. She is Colombian, living in Bogota. We are flummoxed as we try to choose a gift. We would send a check, but is that appropriate in that culture? Does anyone know? Plus, will it be hard for her to cash it? Any other suggestions as to a nice gift for a woman whom our boys just adored?