A First Day for Both of Us

This morning I realized that for the first time in nearly six years, my son will spend more waking hours away from me than with me. Tomorrow, he starts Kindergarten—8 am to 3 pm, five days a week. That single fact tightens my chest with a swirl of emotions: pride at the boy he’s becoming, excitement for what lies ahead, and a quiet ache that childhood is already stretching outward, faster than I imagined.

He has always been more than just my firstborn—he’s been my partner in the rhythms of our home. Long before anyone asked him to, he stepped into the role of big brother with gentle authority. When his sister cries, he’s often the first to soothe or share his snack. He transforms chores into “missions,” making up systems and games the way only a five-year-old burgeoning engineer could. Where some children run away from responsibility, he seems to run toward it.

Creativity pulses through everything he touches. A pile of bolts and wood becomes an articulating loader. A mundane cleanup turns into an exuberant Rube Goldberg chain reaction, laughter ringing as he proves it can work. Even when his energy overwhelms me—or when my patience runs thinner than I’d like—those flashes of frustration fade quickly into the larger truth: this is a boy brimming with imagination, kindness, and light.

And now, Kindergarten.
The world is about to widen for him—and, if I’m honest, narrow a bit for me.

Every parent knows this moment comes, and yet when it finally arrives, it feels both ordinary and monumental at once.

For years, his presence has been stitched into nearly every corner of my days: the sound of him humming while building, the way he shadows me from room to room. Tomorrow, the house will hold a new kind of quiet.

Of course, he’s ready. He’s capable, curious, resilient—more than prepared to make friends, face challenges, and discover new parts of himself beyond my orbit. But readiness doesn’t erase tenderness. Because it isn’t only his milestone—it’s mine too. Tomorrow, I’m not just watching him step into a classroom. I’m practicing the art of letting go.

Still, I imagine the moment at 3 o’clock: the doors swinging open, his backpack bouncing behind him, his cheeks flushed from a day full of new stories. I’ll see him running toward me, and I’ll know—the bond between us hasn’t shrunk in the slightest. It’s only grown larger, stretched across the space between home and school, making room for him to flourish.

And that is the quiet gift of Kindergarten: not just that he is ready to step into the world, but that I am learning how to give him the space to grow in it. 🌱💛

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