My boy's heading off to pre-school very soon, and I am desperately trying to come to terms with it. We got his haircut for it just yesterday, as per his request, and he looks so much like a little man now I can hardly handle it.
I'm being ridiculous. It's two-and-a-half hours two days a week.
The thing that gets to me is that this is the first step in a long, long road where I don't get to see him all day, every day. Maybe the stay-at-home dad thing has set me up for emotional turmoil, but I've only been doing it for a couple of months.
School for 13 years? At least? And then society expects them to move out and get on their own two feet.
Who set this up?
He'll love it. It's for him, and he is so excited.
I'll just cry in the van and sing 'Cat's In the Cradle.'