As I drove away from my sons’ daycare, I was anxious about how one son’s day would go.
Matthew, who is four and my oldest, started his second year of preschool at the Sweetwater County Child Developmental Center.
I think I was more anxious than he was. However, at least this year I wasn’t fighting back tears. So that was an improvement.
Still, I wondered what time the STAR bus would pick him up and if he would like his new teacher and classmates.
Soon, I found myself at the Green River CDC also, but not for my son, for work.
As I was busy taking photos and interviewing teachers and students I couldn’t help but think about my son who just so happened to be in the same building.
“Quit being such a big mama bear and get to work,” I kept telling myself.
I also had to fight the urges to sneak down to his classroom for a quick peek.
After I had finished my work, I was chatting with one of the employees who told me to just go down to his classroom and look in. She said it wasn’t a big deal and it would help set my mind at ease.
Feeling a little silly at being so anxious, I did just that.
I went down to his classroom to see how things were going, but when I got there he and his classmates were gone. They are already out learning and exploring their new school. I just peeked in an noticed his backpack was hanging in its spot. I knew he at least made it to school and that was enough for me.
Sometimes I wish I could be more laid back about the whole thing, but I have never been that way for myself and doubt I will be that way with my precious children. If that means I have to be an “overprotective mama bear,” so be it.
After I picked up my sons from daycare I asked Matthew how is day was. He quickly said he got to ride a new bus and play on the playground.
Typical. It’s all about the bus and the playground for a four-year-old I guess.
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