Those of you who know me know I’m not much of a sentimentalist. I come from a long line of stiff-upper-lips and awkward hugs. Though I’m getting moderately better at the hugs.
Anyway, Kid #2 started preschool today. I have been looking forward to this day for many months, mostly because I now have 9 hours of daylight a week for writing. Maybe even for blogging consistently. (Okay, I’m probably getting ahead of myself there.)
So anyway, being that I’m not overly sentimental and I’ve been looking forward to preschool for a while, I had a good idea of how today would go. Kid #1 just went off to Kindergarten, and I figured preschool drop-off would go roughly the same: hug, goodbye, smile, wave. Jump up and down in celebration (kidding (kind of)).
All was going according to plan, and Kid #2 wasn’t obsessing too much about exactly how many minutes it would be until I came back, which was an added bonus. Until I reached around and unbuckled him from his car seat as we waited for his teacher to come get him in the drop-off line. He hopped out of his seat, leaned over mine, and said, “It’s okay if I’m scared, right?”
So I said, “Yes, it’s okay if you’re scared.”
Then he saw his teacher coming, gave me a hug, and said, “Here I go!”
Goodbye, smile, wave. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together.
Anyway, I’m not entirely sure why I’m sharing this on a blog about writing, other than I think it’s kind of perfect. For everything.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I only have 4 more hours of daylight writing left this week.