This week has been a week filled with excitement, transitions, growth, letting go and bittersweetness. Kyan started his first day at preschool in Sedona, we booked our tickets to Spain and France and I brace myself to leave him tomorrow with grandparents for the month, making sure he has his favorite snacks for snacktime, favorite Sparkle Stories for quiet time, favorite train tracks pieced correctly, favorite chugga trains powered with fresh batteries, Tiptoes Lightly storybooks for bedtime reading...
I got a taste of how it's like for my child to go away to school in the mornings while I get work done and sneak in some extra sleep from staying up late researching on accommodations and transportation options around Spain and France. Waking up to this view outside my window, I have nothing to complain.
The bittersweetness of witnessing the maturity of my son handling this transition and my impending departure. He asked me yesterday during snacktime:
Kyan: Mommy, why are you not in Bordeaux now?
Me: Because Baba needs to work until Thursday. We leave on Friday.
Kyan: And then you will come pick me up after your trip?
Me: No, Papi and Juju will bring you home to us.
Kyan: Well, I don't want to go home yet. I wanna stay here with Papi and Juju for .... ONE MONTH!
I'm keeping my fingers crossed Phil and Judy set boundaries with him and indulge him with limitations. I'm not sure if Kyan, with a 3 year-old's maturity grasps the sense of time one month translates.But I do know this little goofball loves his grandparents and they love him to pieces and that they would have a wonderful time bonding.
P.S. To Preschool or Not?