Noah's last day of preschool was May 10th. A day that will live in infamy and all that jazz. Really, it was hell. I had no idea that his leaving preschool behind would reduce me to an emotional, wriggling pile of jell-o but that is exactly what happened.
It hit me during their program: wham!!! He is going to be at kindergarten 30 hours a week in September. Add to that extra curricular activities, play dates and visits to Grandma Reade and Nemy's houses and I am soon to be regulated from a main event to a dorky side show. I'll wake up tomorrow and he'll be sneaking cigarettes and stealing the car after I go to bed to meet up with his hoodlum friends.
I know, I know, I'm freaking out about him leaving me in the dust when he can't even ride a bike yet, let alone a car. I'm having flashes of missing him like crazy while he is right in front of me, singing educational songs set to "The Addams Family" theme song and the macarena. I know how ridiculous this all sounds, but reality does not always make sense, especially when it comes to female emotion, to a mother's emotions for Christ's sake.
Preschool is over and I'm already freaking out about losing him. God, what will I do when he goes to college? I don't know if I'll even be functional at that point. To Noah, however, it was no big thing. Observe:
It hit me during their program: wham!!! He is going to be at kindergarten 30 hours a week in September. Add to that extra curricular activities, play dates and visits to Grandma Reade and Nemy's houses and I am soon to be regulated from a main event to a dorky side show. I'll wake up tomorrow and he'll be sneaking cigarettes and stealing the car after I go to bed to meet up with his hoodlum friends.
I know, I know, I'm freaking out about him leaving me in the dust when he can't even ride a bike yet, let alone a car. I'm having flashes of missing him like crazy while he is right in front of me, singing educational songs set to "The Addams Family" theme song and the macarena. I know how ridiculous this all sounds, but reality does not always make sense, especially when it comes to female emotion, to a mother's emotions for Christ's sake.
Preschool is over and I'm already freaking out about losing him. God, what will I do when he goes to college? I don't know if I'll even be functional at that point. To Noah, however, it was no big thing. Observe:
Smirky Noah in between his two best friends Hannah (L) and Lauren (R)
Noah and his teachers: L to R: Brenda, Karissa and Sandy.
The belated birthday present which, when mixed with ice and fresh grapefruit juice, helped me get through the day.Thank you Renee, Dean and UPS.
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