The Trouble with Letting Go

I don’t want to do it. I am not an opponent of change. I think it is an integral part of growth and improvement for all human beings. As a matter of fact, I think I am pretty good at it. For most things, that is. But not when it comes to kindergarten and Justin going to it. He starts this week, and I’m feeling some profound sadness about it. I enjoy having him around. He is a sweet kid who is lots of fun. I have been told that it is time for me to share him and his greatness with the rest of the world. But I am selfish and a bit of a control freak. Plus, I’ve never been all that good at sharing: toys, books, information—not one of my strengths. If that’s not enough, Zane starts transition from early intervention to the school system in two weeks. So I am not good at letting go of the security of the 0-3 program either. However, I need to try to loosen my grip so that I don’t grow into one of those stifling parents who squelches her children’s independence. I remember in my teaching days—pre-kids of my own—when parents would practically have to be pushed out the door because they had a hard time leaving their kids. I never understood it. Of course, now I do. I won’t need tissues on Thursday when we take Justin to school—I won’t need them for Zane’s transition meeting. But I may need a little time to grow used to theses changes that life has put upon me.