As I read the thousandth post this month about a mom being sad her “baby” is starting kindergarten, I started to wonder… What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I feel that way? Am I some kind of cold momster because I’ve been practically counting down the days to kindergarten since he was an infant? Honestly, on some particularly rough days the only thing getting me through this stay-at-home-mom stint is thinking, “One day he’ll go to school and I’ll have a few hours to myself again.”
So I didn’t shed a tear the day he started going two days a week to preschool. In fact, I celebrated by getting a pedicure and going out to lunch with a friend who was just as excited as I was about the new school year. Those spicy Bloody Marys were mighty good that morning!
I love my son, but I also love having some personal space. And personal space is not something I get much of with a family far away, a husband deployed, and a velcro-child that demands every second of my attention from the moment I open my eyes until the moment he closes his.
I’m super excited for my son to start school. He’s just in VPK this year (Florida’s free preschool program), but it is five days a week and I am over the moon about getting a fraction of my freedom back and having some time to do things on my own. I never thought there’d be a time in my life when I was excited about five mornings a week to myself, but here we are. I get giddy just thinking about it.
And maybe when he actually starts kindergarten I’ll eat my words and shed a tear that my baby is growing up. I find that’s often the case with this mom stuff – I don’t get it, make fun of it, and then later realize I was just being judgy and had no clue.
But until then, the VPK countdown is on! August 20th can’t come soon enough.