(image: my son’s school crafts)
It’s no secret that the whole school experience for my children (currenly, my son is in JK) leaves me feeling a little anxious. It’s one part sadness that they are growing up, and one part worry about how they are feeling, experiencing the day etc.
My guy is a fun, hilarious, active, and quite frankly brilliant (I can say that!) child. But he, much like his father, has introvert qualities to him. He avoids much conflict, he hesitates. So preschool at times was a challenge leaving him, and after Christmas this year we faced the same.
We’ve had wonderful experiences with teachers since he started school. They’ve been understanding, and welcoming and work hard to include him.
After the Christmas break he had some hesitation about going back (which we expected after the holidays) but once I dropped him off he was fine.
It was recently that something happened. That I had an awakening.
For months now, there has been no hesitation. He has asked morning after morning to leave early enough to get there and play with his friends. Pick up time has meant a car ride home full of stories about games, and other children and funny things that happened in the day.
And finally I saw it. My baby (or at least in my eyes) was growing up. He was such a big looking guy all of a sudden. His happiness shone through. He was at ease.
Right before my eyes he had changed. My baby was a boy. He had been for sometime but I was having a hard time believing it.
This is a funny age. He still is so young, and yet day by day can do so much more.
School isn’t the same stress that it once was.
And he makes me so proud.