Milestones 

I am the mother of a preschool graduate. I am the mother of an almost kindergarten student. 

This weekend passed an important milestone, and I almost didn’t even have a happy/sad cry. 

He is ready for the next phase. He will be sad about losing pieces of what he’s had, but he’s ready. And once he gets used to it, there are many things he will love. 

He will most certainly miss the safe and warm preschool environment. The kind and supportive teachers, and the play, play, play. But he is ready for what’s next, even if he will say he doesn’t want it. 

This is the end. Of him being my little baby bug. Of me hanging on to vestiges of him even being my baby anymore. Of me being able to solve most of his problems. Of him playing all day long. Of him being in an environment where being different is never mocked.

This is the beginning. Of his school career. Of a new stage in his independence. Of him learning to read and write, and all the magic that accompanies that. Of his path to becoming a man, one that is paved with hardships, difficult people and challenges, along with joy and celebration. 

It will be good, and it will be exciting. But first, I need to mourn just a little bit.