Today is Xander's last day with his preschool. Yes, he'll be back one more day for graduation - but this? This is the last routine, pack your lunch, take your blanket, have a nice day - day.
After this, he's a grade-schooler, starting with kindergarten. No turning back.
He's a wreck, to be blunt. All of a sudden, there are new people with more demands - and they want results, guys - and all of it with strange people in a strange place and the only consistency is us...making him do it.
Courage, Emily.
Insist he try to work it out himself. Insist he do it alone, unaided. Be there to support, but don't do it for him.
It's tough being a little kid sometimes. And I'm seeing all of the stuff one could expect - but thankfully, no more than what is dead in the center for it. He's eating. He's sleeping. He's not enjoying it, but he's slogging through it.
I'd congratulate him, except he's just manage to survive the process - this was never his idea. That's for when he gets through kindergarten, I think. Right now, get through today. Get through the week.
He's going to miss his friends.
I'm going to miss one of my most reliable, tried and true resources for caring for him.
He's telling me he doesn't want to go. I'm telling him it gets better.
God, don't make me a liar.
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