Three weeks from today, Kiran has his first day of preschool.
Told you I’d be coming right back to this.
I’m not ready.
I did a preliminary fill-in of his GIANT registration packet today. As soon as I put the pile off to the side, I am telling you, I was on the verge of a panic attack. I have had only one in my life, but this felt like it came close to a second one.
How the heck am I going to get through day one?
I keep holding back tears and trying to distract myself. I KNOW it’s the absolute right, best, most amazing decision we could make for Kiran. I know he will thrive in the social environment, and he will grow in ways he wouldn’t if he didn’t start now.
I should have had more babysitters. I should have trained everyone I met on the street how to feed Kiran and care for him. I should have practiced this more.
Are there room mothers in preschool? Daily volunteers, perhaps?
I’m not ready. I don’t foresee being ready in three weeks, either.