Little E will join his brother this year at the "big kid" school, our local elementary school. He will be attending pre-k, just like Big E did last school year.
I know I shouldn't make comparisons between the two, but I will candidly admit I am 1000x more nervous to release Little E into public school than I was with Big E.
Big E had been ready for the big leagues since he was about two. That kid is in heaven with a ton of people, especially new people where he can work his magic.
But Little E is a baby. My baby. He is young for his grade. His is petite. I am not exaggerating when I say a little girl in his class is a full eight inches taller than him. (I checked her for high heels.) He is sensitive. And he hugs and loves you. Deeply. And I'm worried he'll get eaten alive by the bigger kids.
I had a therapy session with his teacher on Friday during the meet and greet. And I know he will do great. He has been in preschool since he was 18 months, so it's not like he hasn't been to this rodeo before. It's just a much larger rodeo.
He even asked me this morning if today was the day he got to go to school.
So I'm hoping I can hold it together tomorrow. But we all know how this will end.
Me. Him. Both.