Goodbye, little one

Our little boy is now 3 years old,

so Veni and I decided to enroll him in kindergarten.

We originally wanted to take care of him until he turned 4,

when kindergarten becomes obligatory.

But right now, we simply have too much work.

We’re both struggling to balance work, home, and taking care of him.

If you are a parent — you know how much that is.

And lately, I’ve started to feel like I’m not enough for him.

He needs more.

More attention.

More children to play with.

More experiences.

He needs to start exploring the world —

not only through us.

This Monday, there was a small celebration for the first day of kindergarten.

We went so he could see the children, the balloons,

feel the atmosphere, and meet his teachers.

I dressed him in a little shirt,

and the moment I saw him —

I had to hold back my tears.

He looked so grown up.

It felt like a storm of emotions inside me.

We researched kindergartens in Vidin,

and I truly believe we chose the best one.

His teachers are warm and gentle.

I love the way they treat the children — with care and kindness.

But the first day was hard.

He cried the whole morning.

He didn’t want to eat.

He didn’t want to drink water.

He didn’t want to play.

He just sat on a chair, waiting for me.

They called me at noon to pick him up.

And I felt like my heart was breaking.

I rushed there.

He came to me crying, asking for a hug —

and the moment I held him,

he calmed down.

After that, he was completely fine.

We even went back later that day so he could play in the garden.

The next morning, he didn’t want to go again.

I explained to him that this is his new routine.

That it might take time.

That he will make friends.

He went in with a smile.

But the moment I said goodbye —

he started to cry again.

And I had to leave without looking back.

(I barely slept the night before.

I was reading everything I could about how to help a child adapt.)

Now I’m trying to work,

keeping my phone close to me,

just in case they call.

I hope today is a little easier for him.

At least a little.

Please, keep your fingers crossed.

If this felt like a quiet kind of heartbreak:

→ Left with a Broken Heart  

→ The Power of Soft, Simple Moments