It is Katie's last week of pre-school. Ever. Apparently, this has been driven home a few too many times today, and not knowing this, inadvertently pushed my child over the edge. I was looking at the things she had brought home from school today and asked her if it were her last day at school. She told me that it wasn't because they have school picnics for the next two days. But then she's done with pre-school and she "doesn't have to go back. Ever!"
I followed up with telling her "you know what that means... you go to kindergarten next fall!" She said "I don't want to go the big kids school!!... I don't want to be a big kid! (getting louder).. I want to be a little kid!!" At this point she is jumping up and down in complete desperation and big crocodile tears are running down her face. I felt so bad for her. But more so for me. I was planning on being the one not handling this well! Now all of a sudden I have to be strong for her because she's not handling it well? So not fair!
And yes, I did give her a big hug and tell her that she would always be my baby. I also told her that the big kids school had a class for little kids in it, not to worry, she wasn't going to be a big kid right away. She calmed down, but I still feel bad. She's got a rude awakening coming.