Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Time To Fly Away, Helicopter Mom...

I am sitting here eating leftover birthday cake out of the pan. And I can't stop! There is laundry to fold, dishes to clean, floors to vacuum, phone calls to return, and a hundred other chores on my never-ending To Do list. But I am useless as far as any of that goes.

My baby is going off to preschool tomorrow.

This is the boy who has never left my side except for a brief stint while I was in the hospital giving birth to his brother. He's never been in day care. He's never spent the weekend at Grammy's house alone. Hell, he's never spent the night anywhere without us, forget an entire weekend. He'll be somewhere new and different without his favorite blankets, comforting stuffed animals, or Mom. His book bag is all packed and ready to go by the front door. His folder full of signed papers is sitting next to it. We've done the "meet and greet" with his teacher. I've attended orientation. So why in the world am I such a basket case??? Somehow I have a feeling that 7:30-11:00 tomorrow morning will be the most never-wracking three and a half hours of my life.

The butterflies thrashing around in my stomach are worse right now than during any job interview I've ever had. Worse than leaving to study abroad for four months. Worse than walking into the room to take my Comps for graduate school. Worse than the night before my wedding. Worse than the hours leading up to having a baby. Worse than packing up my life and moving to another state. Worse than boarding a plane with two small children and two loud cats. Worse than anything I can remember. Utter craziness.

It has to be because I know the ball is no longer my my court. I have done all I can do to prepare my little boy to go out and experience something apart from me. He's excited, anxious, and intrigued all at once. I am doing my best to put on a brave face for him. I will make sure not to completely lose it until I get back in the car.

I just hope they don't call me back for something...

1 comment:

  1. Chanel, It will be okay. I can only offer one piece of advice from experience. When you drop him off, it has to be non-chalant. If you make a big deal out of it, then he will wonder what is wrong. If you make it feel like a normal part of the day he will adjust better. The hardest part is when they cry and you have to walk out the door. But trust me, he will fair better if you don't turn around or come back. In fact doing that will undermine the staff and the experience for him. Sorry I have been so wordy but I wish you the best of luck tomorrow and hope things work out great.