Melancholic Mama Moment

Today, I feel melancholic. It’s a day when, if I were around more adults, I would be annoyed by the constant, “What’s wrong?” (I usually take that question personally, assuming it’s asked because I talk too much most of the time and have decided to take a break. I know that's not now it's meant, but my drama-queenness still wins out sometimes. I want to feel sorry for myself without people knowing I'm doing so, thankyouverymuch. Unless I tell you I'm feeling sorry for myself; then we can have a pity party together, preferably at Starbucks.)
 
But I digress.
 
My #1 Love Bug started Pre-K today. And while I was leaving him in the company of a friend and a lovely teacher I’d met before, I couldn't help choking up as I dropped him off and turned to leave and go back home. It felt a bit wrong and weird. But mostly just uncomfortable in the way that only new things can feel. In a few hours, I’ll be home from work and I’ll get to hear all about his day. In a few months, I’ll be itching for Winter Break. And just a few months after that, I’ll be ready for summer only to be wishing I could drop him back at school a week later. That is how these things tend to go. But for today, I’m mourning just a little bit as my little boy – not baby, but also not really big kid even though he insists on being called one – grows up.