My little man is about to start kindergarten. I couldn’t be more excited about this. Not only does this free up a large chunk of time for me during the day where I won’t have to deal with a bunch of kids all over the place, but it also means he’s growing up. Growing older. He’ll be seeing new things, without me and my input.

Some mamas are sad when their baby goes to kindergarten. I choose to instead be sad when he graduates from high school, because right now although his world is about to expand, it’ll still include me a lot. He’ll come home from kindergarten and tell me about his day, and he might call his teacher “mama” by accident and he might call me by his teacher’s name by accident. And we’ll all laugh about it, and it’ll be good fun.

I wonder if he’ll behave himself in school or if he’ll be a problem child. I wonder if he’ll like school. So far I have one kid that loves school and one kid that hates school. Maybe he’ll be agnostic on the issue like I was.

A whole new world is opening up for him. I wonder if he knows what he’s in for.