Here I am on the night before the last day of preschool for Cub. Last.Day.Of.Preschool. Ever. After this summer it's off to (gulp!) Kindergarten. Three years at this school, done.
I'm feeling old. How did kindergarten get here so fast? And yet, why hasn't he graduated from college yet? I mean, it feels like he's barely been alive long enough to be finishing preschool and at the same time he's been around FOREVER!
The days are long and the years are short.
Leaving school today I passed by the piles of Emergency Kits outside the office that we're asked to put together each year with a spare set of clothes and a snack for the kids in case they have to shelter in place. To be honest I haven't done one for him the last 2 years. Oops. But, I did find the one I put together for him his first year of preschool. It's got diapers in it. That made me smile, thinking back to those days. Boy, am I glad those are over! I have to admit it was a little startling and nostalgic to see that bag. But, then I wondered, why didn't they get rid of that 2 years ago when I didn't claim it? Seriously.
He knows how to whistle. After Camera Guy and I each showed him maybe once how to do it he taught himself because he really wanted to know how to do it. He dresses and undresses himself. He's finally learning to take care of *all* his toilet experiences himself. He is going to summer camp this year and Mommy and Daddy won't be around during the day to do that sort of thing for him anymore, or come August when (gulp!) kindergarten starts either. He's still got training wheels on his bike. That's ok.
I am so amzazingly proud of how far he's come in learning to do things. I am so amazingly excited for the things ahead of him to learn in (gulp!) kindergarten.
I'm terrified of the things he's going to learn in (gulp!) kindergarten but, mostly because I'm going to have to help him with homework. I mean, really? Me? I guess I'm fairly confident I'll be able to help him with homework through probably 3rd grade. After that, I may have to get a copy of the Teacher's Manual for each of his subjects so I can brush up at least a day before I have to help him with a new subject.
He knows tomorrow is his last day of preschool. He has said that makes him sad. But, he hasn't said he wants to stay there either. He's heard his friends name all the schools they're going to and that they aren't the same name of the one he'll be going to. I don't know if he's made the connection yet. He hasn't mentioned anything about not seeing these friends again. We'll see when that reality hits him.
He's come with me to register him at the new school. Poor kid has NO idea what lays ahead. We've told him he's going to learn to read and write and do math, but I doubt he really knows what that means. I'm very sad his days of playing all day are coming to an end. At the same time I'm excited for the new learning ahead.
I'm melancholy tonight about the end of this journey through preschool.
