Friday is the last day I will take my oldest baby to daycare. I can’t believe it’s time for preschool. There is so much fear and anxiety in taking the next steps in life. I know this may not seem like a big deal but I feel as though we have been content in our little bubble at daycare. He has been taken care of by the same people since he was 3 months old, they are like family now. They provide security and they are a source of comfort. There is no greater mom guilt than leaving your baby everyday all day but what makes it easier is the reassurance that he is well taken care of.
We are all afraid of the unknown. Change is hard. It’s scary letting someone who knows nothing about your child teach and take care of them. My baby is getting older which means he will be exposed to more of the world and that is a terrifying feeling. I would give anything to keep him innocent and ignorant of the kind of world we live in. Obviously that isn’t possible so I have to prepare myself for hurt feelings and jerky kids.
But one thing is for certain, I have an AMAZING 4 year old. This little boy has so much spunk and love inside of him. He is resilient, friendly, assertive, bold, brilliant, caring, thoughtful, and brave. This kid has never met a person who he hasn’t made a friend. He literally loves everybody. I pray no experience or person he meets changes who he is. I vow to work hard to instill in him the confidence he needs to always be himself no matter what anyone thinks about it.
So why do I worry so much about him? (Because I’m his mother, duh)
So instead of being fearful I will remember that the unconditional love, positivity, support, optimism, and discipline I have showed him his entire life has built a strong foundation for him to excel at anything. I know I have set him up for success. It reminds me of a quote I read not too long ago,
“Parents can only give good advice
or put them on the right paths,
but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.”
Cutting the cord and letting them grow up is harder than I thought it would be. It’s funny that when they need so much of you at a young age all you can think about it them being older and being more independent. Then when that time starts to creep up on you all you want to do is go into their memory boxes and look at their onesies and old photos.
Motherhood is funny in that way. You want all the time in the world with them but deep down we know the true joys of motherhood are never fully experienced until the kids are in bed. ; )
Keep your Folgers close, but your Chardonnay closer.