I look at him and know he is ever so ready for it.
Shhhh, I need to tell you something. I feel the need to whisper it because it isn't something I hear a lot of people say out loud. So maybe I am weird. Or different. Or something.
So come in real close so I can share this with you.
My son starts kindy next year and I am so freakin' excited!
Am I allowed to say that?
All I ever hear are stories of mums shedding tears and feeling sad that the toddler season is ending.
Especially mums with multiple children and their last baby enters the schooling stage.
I can understand that. It is the end of an era.
My son is my first child. It is possible he could also be my last child. The number of children in our family is not something that appears to be in our control (that is a whole other story)!
I thought, knowing that our son might be our only child, might cause me to be somewhat teary-eyed.
To be fair, his first day at kindy hasn't arrived yet, so maybe there will still be tears to shed or a heavy, reflective heart on the walk home from dropping him off.
However, the way I am feeling now, I am having serious doubts that I will be dabbing tears from the corner of my eye.
Do you know what else I want to confess? I am ok that I am excited about this next chapter. It doesn't mean I love my son any less.
My son is a marvellously beautiful specimen of a little superhero. He is thoughtful and generous and shares his cookies with me. He melts my heart with his thirst for knowing things and his ability to articulate what he has learnt. He is kind and compassionate and is confident to be himself. He makes me belly laugh, and he makes me gush with love in ways I didn't know. He exhausts me and frustrates me and pushes me to limits I didn't know existed within me and then effortlessly draws me back into the land of sanity with his cheeky smile.
I am excited for him to start kindy because I look at him and know he is ever so ready for it. It will be bumpy during the transition, but I get to see the next chapter. I get to see him thrive and grow and keep developing into the admirable little man that he is. He is ready to stretch his wings into the land of all things play-doh, construction, cutting, glueing and asking his teacher a million questions a day.
Oh, and I get to spread my own wings a little bit too (and that's ok). I get to sink my teeth into some adult ventures.
Don't fret though, I'll be ready with the dress up box, dinosaurs and dragons by the time the school bell rings.
When my daughter started daycare, I spent a lot of time trying to find the right fit for her and our family. I did a lot of research and asked a lot of questions. Over and over again though, the answer to my question would come back the same, "she'll be fine."