Much as I hate admitting it, our little boy is growing up.
To slam that point home, we registered him for Kindergarden and attended the informational “round up” last week.
I’m not going to lie. I got a bit choked up.
It’s such a big step. I know, for sure, he’s ready. Especially based on the way he ditched us when it was time for the school tour, in order to hang with some of his friends from VPK and meet some new kids. Wallflower, he is not.
I loved watching his reactions. His excitement upon seeing the playgrounds. The way his entire face lit up when we walked into an actual Kindergarden classroom and he saw the little desks and the cubbies and all the space and art supplies and colors. He was absolutely captivated, and I melted into a puddle to see it. (And yes, elementary school classrooms still smell exactly the same as they did three decades ago, thanks for asking).
He even got to try out the school bus.
The whole thing is very bittersweet. On the one hand, it’s hard to admit that he’s getting bigger and spreading his wings. On the other, we are so proud of him and are looking forward to see all the awesome things he accomplishes next year and in all the years to come.
It’s going to be a harder adjustment on us than it is on him, that’s for sure. And I know that he’s going to do great. We just need to focus on and treasure every moment.
It goes by so fast.