Today, Daniel starts his first day at the Pre-K building.
It was unexpected, as I received a phone call yesterday from the director of his daycare, informing me that Daniel (and another) would be moved from the Toddler room (where he had been since January) to the Pre-2 room.
Normally, Daniel would have to be 21 months old for that “grade” promotion to happen, but his daycare has been having an increase in enrollment in the baby building, and the director needed to make more room. So, off to the Pre-Kindergarten building he goes.
Can I just say I’m feeling — well — emotionally mixed about this? Just this past Sunday, I watched Daniel play with his five-year old nephew as we visited my parents’ house for Easter. I could see the joy in my father’s face, seeing his two grandsons be playmates, and I could see the joy in my nephew’s face, that his little cousin was finally old enough to play.
It was a joy to see and yet — and yet — I felt this tiny lump in my throat, as I realized that Daniel was no longer a baby anymore. It’s easier to protect children when they can’t run away from your arms, when they have no movements other than the motions of little arms and legs. But seeing Daniel’s increasing independence and how *happy* he is to explore his environment, I am proud of my little boy… and scared silly at the same time.
And so, knowing that Daniel has moved to the “Big Kids” building, I can’t help but think, “Oh, not so fast, not so fast… wait… wait… Stay a baby a little longer, Daniel. Mommy’s not ready yet…”
But, ready or not… here he comes: Daniel the Explorer, Daniel the Student.
Daniel the Little Boy… and getting less little, every day.
God bless you, my little boy! Be happy!