he is really absolutely too small for school!
I'm proud of him. I'm scared for him. I'm proud of me for getting him to this point. Mothers all over the world face this every year , i know. Sending their children, one by one to their first year of school. Letting go. I guess we ask ourselves the same questions. Have i prepared him enough? Could i have done more? Will he be alright? Will he be bullied? Will he be OK? He's spent the last five years at home with me, at his grandmas, at daycare, only at places where he's been loved and protected. School is scary. probably scarier for me than for him. "You'll love school" i always tell him. "school will answer all your questions" I hope so anyway, he's so small.
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