{On switching classes}

On switching classes

I have been majorly stressing out lately. Mason turns two tomorrow and with that comes the two year old class. He was supposed to move up on May 1^st, but they had a teacher quit without notice and were short on teachers. Thus, pushing the student/teacher ratio over (if Mason were to move) in the two’s class. So, he has been in his normal class all month. I’ve been fine with that. In fact, I’ve been really happy with it.

You see, we are spoiled right now. Mason has the most wonderful teacher and she loves him so much. Mason is very, very attached to her.  Every day when I pick him up she and him are interacting in some sort of way. You can see the joy in his heart when he’s around her. And that makes it a little easier for a Mama that wants to break down in tears every morning when I leave him at school. I am not fortunate enough to be a stay at home mom, so of course I want him to be happy where he is when he’s away from me.

 But it’s inevitable that he has to move when he turns two. And that? Makes me want to cry. There has been a lot of change in the two’s class and I’m just not ready for change upon change upon change. The teacher I know and love keeps getting her schedule changed and they are trying to find a permanent afternoon teacher. I know they say kids are resilient and adapt quickly…but still. This is my baby. My world.

I know that I should worry less and pray more. And that’s what I intend to do from here on out.

You will go out in joy and be lead forth in peace...

Isaiah 55:12

I know he will be fine. I know that he will be taken care of. I know that he will have fun and learn lots of new things. And I know it will be harder on me than it is on him.