D starts kindergarten in about 2 weeks. He couldn't be more excited, I couldn't be more worried. He's an amazing, bright kid. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all say but it is true. The kid's never had any formal schooling and is reading and writing like a champ. He really has a love of the written word. It's amazing.
At the same time, he's immature. He acts much younger than his age at times. He speaks well and with very adult sentence structure, at times. But he still acts a bit young. I worry he'll get teased, I worry he'll have trouble making friends. I worry he will have his feelings hurt. I worry.
He has a heart of gold. He's sensitive, he's sweet, he's loving. He's going to enter a classroom where he doesn't know anyone and I'm scared for him. Scared for me. Having been in the same daycare since he was 1.5, he only really knows one place. I have never had to leave in the care of someone I didn't know. Someone I wasn't familiar with. With children whose parents I don't know. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. He does take swimming lessons and has done really well there and always makes friends with the other kids there. So he'll be ok.
He has to be.