Yesterday was Thalia’s last day of her first year of school. It seems like moments ago that she put on her little gray jumper and grabbed her big girl backpack and skipped out the door–and only in part because insisted on putting on the very same, now kind of too small, jumper.
I realize there are quite a few things she’s accomplished this year, like the ability to dress herself and write her name and achieve just the perfect whine when I won’t let her have Lucky Charms. But what I really like is that she’s learned:
-All the words to Mama Mia.
-When you get stung by a jellyfish, someone has to pee on you.
-The endless joys of mean girls.
-“Leo pooped chocolate.”
And just yesterday, she whispered to me that babies come out of a mommy’s butt.
I’d say preschool was 5 figures well spent.
And yeah, I joke only because if I stopped long enough to think how proud of her I am right now, I’d be bawling the rest of the weekend and stuffing my face with Reeses cups.
I did so well when my SweetPea went off to daycare at 3 months and didn't shed a tear on “day one”. She's been out of any daycare and preschool setting for more than a year now and home with me and I have a feeling when pre-K hits I'll be the mom sobbing in a corner, curled up in a ball…so save a peanut butter cup for me!
Preschool is such a bittersweet, riduclous endeavor, isn't it?
I never really had that experience, but my heart goes out to you. Hang tough!
It doesn't get any easier. Every first is a last and every last is a first.
There's only one first day of kindergarten and only one last day of high school.
At least you'll always have your writing to look back on and remind you of all the emotions you were feeling at all those momentous moments of your girls' lives.
I love that she told you babies come out of a mommy's butt! (sort of what it feels like in labor, doesn't it?;)) Reminds me of my son asking how I pee if I don't have a penis. Then he pauses, smiles in his Aha-moment and says “Mom just poops!” Congrats on making it through the first year of school. 🙂
Well, Lucas' last day is in a few weeks and I can't believe it either. The change has been remarkable, wonderful and a little sad, because my toddler is now a little boy. Ack.
A lovely story told to me by one of his friend's mom: Upon walking in on her dad in the bathroom, she remarked, “Daddy, your penis is bigger than Lucas' penis.”
*crickets chirp*
Luckily, all the girls' parents still like us after he came out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles– just to make them laugh. Guess they weren't planning on having sex ed in preschool.
My child learned the same thing about babies coming out of butts. What is that all about?
Hey, that jellyfish information came in handy for me one year when I got stung. So GOOD THING she learned that early, because when I was stung, I had no idea why some full-grown man felt it was appropriate to pee on my foot.
Last time I step on a fucking jellyfish, let me tell you.
ANYWAY, congratulations to you and your beautiful girl for a successful first year of school =)
Where else is she going to learn all that stuff? Preschool rocks.
I also whine when I don't get my lucky charms =)
Oh, God, I know. The little angel's preschool graduation pics almost killed me, even though I thought it was so dumb they put them in real gowns and mortarboards.
Funny, I was sad a sort of happy when #4 finished preschool. Of course, I kept her home just a leeeetle longer the rest, she only had 1 year of Pre-k. So, it all balanced out in the end 🙂 Happy, happy, joy, joy!
Cheese and rice, my keyboard is sticking…or, it could be the wine, you know?
When I dropped my daughter off for her first-ever day of preschool, I was not particularly weepy about it. It was only later, as I lined up in the pick-up lane, and watched all those little people filing out of the school with backpacks bigger than they were strung on their shoulders, waiting, trusting, watching for their parent to pick them up…that's when I became weepy.
So it is no surprise that when my daughter finished preschool this year, thus marking the long summer march toward kindergarten, I did not take it that badly. But a few days later, when driving by her preschool on the way to dinner, I felt a catch in my throat as I began to announce (as we have for the past 3 years) “There's your school,” because, well, it isn't anymore.
We are nearing the end of kindergarten, I can't believe it. Somehow the end seems more momentous then the beginning. Pass the Reeses!
Congrats to Thalia!
J and R GRADUATED preschool two weeks ago. GRADUATED???
They are headed for Kindergarten – which is where we met 🙂 Wonder who their lifelong friends will be?
I think the most important thing that Q-ster's learned is how to turn just about anything into a Star Wars story with his preschool buddy. It shows creativity and relentless single-mindedness and other stuff that I'm sure is crucial somehow.
Handling jellyfish stings is key, esp in NYC.