I know it feels like there is a sack of flour hanging from your heart. The profundity of changing seasons fills your mind every minute. Big things are happening all around you, namely, the new church starting soon. But at this moment your vision is tunneling rapidly onto one thing, one little person who gets bigger by the day. Church? What church? you say. Your son is going to kindergarten and there is no room for anything else in this moment.
On the night before kindergarten, you won't know who is more nervous - you or the boy? Is the boy nervous because you're nervous? Is he manifesting anxiety passed down by your DNA? Is it all your fault? Chill out, woman. When you wake up on the big day there will be peace. You will wonder why you made such a fuss. But you will want to crawl in bed at 5 PM because you are exhausted from all your fretting. Peace, peace, I say.
He is still the same boy you've known all along. He will wake up too early because he's so excited about school! When you lock eyes with him at pick-up each afternoon, his face will light up like a flash of lightning. He will remind you of Moses, who had to veil his face because it was so bright after having been in God's presence. You fear that he will not have the same enthusiasm with which he has greeted everything in life from Gymboree classes at 12 months old, Monster trucks at age 2, swimming at age 3, mixing his own instant oatmeal at age 4, to preschool at age 5. But you know him better than that.
Dear me, don't be afraid. He is going to love it. He is going to thrive. He is ready. And so are you.