Wow...it is weird how sad I was the last day of preschool yesterday. It was the last day of walking Bash down the mile long hallway to his classroom (which two weeks out of back surgery is an Olympic event for me), last day with a lot of great mom friends who might not be there next year, and the whole simpleness of it all. It was preschool (which at a
Catholic school seems like 1st grade), if we didn't go to school one morning, it didn't really matter, if we took a few extra days off after a holiday...it didn't really matter. He glued things, started to learn to read, counts to 100 and more and by five's and tens, knows more about bears, lizards, and the entire life cycle of a butterfly plus the difference between them and moths.....he has grown so much. I can't stop looking through his work that he did all year...piles of it all came home the last week.
Bash keeps telling me it is only 60 days until Kindergarten and he can't wait. He wants to be dropped off at the front and stay 7 hours at school. (I think that story will change after week one) I don't want attendance to really count! The summer started last night and Joe and I let him stay up late and celebrate it. I am not going to want this summer to end. I love traditions, milestones and all that stuff but isn't five to young for 7 hours at school :(
I am sure most parents go through this but Sebastien is my only one and I don't get to relive it with another.
By the way, Trisha....we had one awesome end of the year party yesterday! It was insane and at one point I counted about 60 people! But the kids had a ball and I am glad we got to do it together...although you had to do all the labor!