I just dropped the kidlet off at his daddy's house. Against his will. I watched the tears start rolling as the elevator doors closed. Then I went back to the car and cried some of my own. He's been especially clingy and needy of late, for reasons that I'm well aware of. Big changes loom ahead.

He knows his last day at his pre-school is coming up. He's been there since right before he turned three. From his perspective, that's his entire life. He knows there will be not one, but two new schools, and that there will be a bus involved. It's not just his daddy, either, he doesn't want to hang out with anyone other than me these days. And so continues the endless juggling that I must do between his needs and mine.

Comments

[Karen]

:-( If it helps any, Pete's been unusually clingy lately too, and his transition to kindergarten won't be quite so dramatic. Maybe it's just a "mommyitis" age.

[Cowtown Pattie]

Poor kids. And this too shall pass. Kindergarten is sometimes tougher on moms than kids. Emily Ann bawled every morning of every week of kindergarten. Tears at your heart, but then one morning, they hop out of the car, head into school without a backward look.