Whether your child is off to preschool or college, all parents can be heard uttering the same thing around this time each year: “They grow up so fast!”
Bittersweet was the day when my first born started preschool a few weeks ago. On one hand, I’m SO thankful I have a healthy daughter who is growing up to be such a happy, bright, sweet, caring, funny and beautiful little girl. Alhamdulillah! But on the other hand, my heart hurts a little bit because I know this is the first step of my baby growing up, needing me less, and being away from me.
She’s in preschool for about 24 hours a week. Thats an entire day each week that she won’t be with me! I get some serious anxiety just thinking about whether she’s safe and happy. If she ate her lunch or went to the bathroom. Or if someone gave her a hug when she got hurt or scared. And if anxiety wasn’t enough, there’s the guilt! Did I really have to send her to preschool?? I should have just kept her home until kindergarten. What was I thinking?!?
It feels like yesterday I was marveling at her chubby cheeks in the hospital room. Overcome with joy and gratitude that Allah had made me the mother of the most perfect little baby in the world ☺️ And then just like that, in the blink of an eye, there she was standing in front of me wearing her backpack and telling me what to pack her for lunch.
Like other mothers, I might complain about the tantrums or about the baby still waking up every 2 hours at night. But I still cherish and thank God for each and every moment! I cherish all the tantrums my little drama queen throws about wearing her school uniform. And I cherish sleeping at odd angles so my baby can snuggle up next to me all night long, because the day will come when my little personal heater wont want to sleep in the same bed as me anymore