Goodbye, Preschool

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May 222013
 

Preschool is over.

Last Day of Preschool

Not just for the year.

Last Day of Preschool

Forever.

Last Day of Preschool

Last month, we wrote our last tuition check until college. Today we said goodbye to teachers who have been a part of our family since 2008. In the drop off line this morning, LittleBrother asked me, “Do you think Kindergarten will be fun?” I assured him that it would be, even though mentioning the word Kindergarten made my stomach do flips and flops.

Funny Face Time on Last Day of Preschool

I am not feeling ready for this, but he is. He’s angry that he has to wait all summer to go to school. He’d happily go tomorrow. He’s so ready, whether I am or not. I will struggle all summer with the letting go, and he will continue to grow and change and become the next version of who he is, who he will be. I will look at old pictures and ask, “Where did my baby go?” I will compare the then to the now.

Like this:

First Day in September 2010 || Last Day in May 2013
First Day in September 2010 || Last Day in May 2013

He will laugh his laugh, tell me that he loves me. He will read me a book, and ask for me to read to him. We will have a summer together as a family… before everything changes. Again. Always with that change, I tell you.

Last Day of Preschool, Holding First Day Photo
Looking back at the first day of this year.

This year in preschool he grew — physically and educationally. He got that reading thing down to the surprise of teachers and parents alike. He became more of himself this year, which includes lots of joking and tricking and generally being Booey. I have plans to keep the learning going this summer, but I have a feeling that, like most days, he’ll be teaching me a thing or two.

Last Day of Preschool Holding First Day Photo

Congratulations, Booey. I’m looking forward to spending the summer with you… and seeing who you become next year.

Last Day of Preschool Holding First Day Photo





52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 20

 Parenting, Photography  7 Responses »
May 212013
 

52 Weeks of Brotherhood

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 20

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 20

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 20

When asked the question, I would answer, “No, my kids will not play with guns.”

Guns scared me. So of course I ended up marrying a soldier, a hunter, a member of a special team. Something about God having a sense of humor or Alanis’ version of irony or what have you. My husband happens to be one of the most responsible gun owners I’ve ever met. I never fear the kids can break into the gun case. I can’t even make the combination work.

But still, I balked when an uncle bought the boys a Nerf gun as a birthday present. Guns are not toys. We do not play with guns.

But then every stick turned into a gun. Every fork. Every straw. Every piece of grass. We don’t let our boys watch anything overtly violent, but they saw Buzz Lightyear lasering everyone, and they lasered everyone. And then we wanted to have a water gun fight, because what else are you supposed to do during the hottest days of summer… and I started to drop the ban on guns. The discussion changed, the words we used changed, and Nerf guns entered our house. Along with pirate swords, because pirate swords are awesome. And lightsabers. And laser guns. And a giant battle axe, because my brother has a lot to learn about toys and kids and, oh, he’ll get his when their first baby arrives this summer. And even when those toys aren’t around, like when we’re traveling or at the beach, the shovel turns into a gun or a cannon or anything that can destroy a brother’s castle or the remnants of someone else’s castle from the night before.

I keep the conversation going. I keep talking about good choices and safety and respecting others’ personal space, about respecting other people in general. I remind them about the difference between imagination play and real life. And then I pick up a Nerf gun, dart through the yard, hide behind the tree and shoot for dear life.

Because they’re only this young once. They’re only going to play these games of imagination, of fighting the bad guys as a good guy team, for so long. Someday their battles won’t be so easily solved, won’t be made better by a lightsaber duel in the backyard on a school night. I keep the conversation going, because I feel it’s necessary for future reference, but I also give thanks for the simple joys of roughhousing and active play with brothers and a dad and a mom. (And a dog.)





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