School's out for the summer
Way back in September, when I took my baby to preschool for the first time, I remember thinking that the end of the year was so far off. Today, he graduated from his first year of preschool. But I am not sure how that is possible as I just brought him home from the hospital and dressed him in frog hats.
School was such a great experience for him and I think he's sad it's over. He adored his teachers, Miss Liz (MissWiz, always pronounced as one word) and Miss Melissa (Miss Wissa) and all of his friends. He loved getting out of the car each morning and lining up with all the kids. He enjoyed running around in gym class. And he really liked snack time.
As the year went on, he matured and learned how to sit in the circle. I remember lamenting that he would never participate in circle time and freaking out that he always wanted to do his own thing. And you know what, like almost all of the commenters said he would, he eventually started getting it. People on the Internets are really smart!
Like all 3-year-olds, he had his moments. Like when he went through a phase of screaming at the top of lungs. And dumping whole bins of toys out. And pushing his friends. But like all phases, they passed. And the sweet little boy I know and love outweighed the evil, smirky little boy who sometimes made appearances.
School gave him a chance to be his own person, outside of me. And gave me a chance to spend some one-on-one time with Emmie so she could figure out who she was, minus her constant companion. And it allowed me to miss him twice each week and experience the sweet joy that is seeing his face light up as he comes out of the classroom and throws himself into my arms after school. Never once in the nine months he was there did I fail to return that smile and hug -- it was truly the best part of my day.
Each Tuesday and Thursday, he would jump out of the car, grab his backpack and his lunchbox, kiss me goodbye and leave with a huge smile on his face. Never once did he say he didn't want to go, never once did he cry or want to leave early. I hope his love of school continues for years to come. He's already talking about his "new school" next year and how he's very excited about it.
Now we'll be back to trying not to kill each other every day for the next month. He will go to a little day camp three days a week for three hours starting at the end of June. Again, I think he'll love it and excel. What's not love about running around, getting wet and drinking from the water fountain?
School was such a great experience for him and I think he's sad it's over. He adored his teachers, Miss Liz (MissWiz, always pronounced as one word) and Miss Melissa (Miss Wissa) and all of his friends. He loved getting out of the car each morning and lining up with all the kids. He enjoyed running around in gym class. And he really liked snack time.
As the year went on, he matured and learned how to sit in the circle. I remember lamenting that he would never participate in circle time and freaking out that he always wanted to do his own thing. And you know what, like almost all of the commenters said he would, he eventually started getting it. People on the Internets are really smart!
Like all 3-year-olds, he had his moments. Like when he went through a phase of screaming at the top of lungs. And dumping whole bins of toys out. And pushing his friends. But like all phases, they passed. And the sweet little boy I know and love outweighed the evil, smirky little boy who sometimes made appearances.
School gave him a chance to be his own person, outside of me. And gave me a chance to spend some one-on-one time with Emmie so she could figure out who she was, minus her constant companion. And it allowed me to miss him twice each week and experience the sweet joy that is seeing his face light up as he comes out of the classroom and throws himself into my arms after school. Never once in the nine months he was there did I fail to return that smile and hug -- it was truly the best part of my day.
Each Tuesday and Thursday, he would jump out of the car, grab his backpack and his lunchbox, kiss me goodbye and leave with a huge smile on his face. Never once did he say he didn't want to go, never once did he cry or want to leave early. I hope his love of school continues for years to come. He's already talking about his "new school" next year and how he's very excited about it.
Now we'll be back to trying not to kill each other every day for the next month. He will go to a little day camp three days a week for three hours starting at the end of June. Again, I think he'll love it and excel. What's not love about running around, getting wet and drinking from the water fountain?
Labels: Jack, Motherhood, Preschool
posted by Amy at
10:22 PM
3 Comments:
He so reminds me of my Ethan. Ethan starts kindergarten this year, (all day I might add =( ) and I am not looking forward to it.
Awwww. I am getting ready to do a year end post, too. This morning, as we walked into Harry's school, I noticed he was wearing his own backpack. When he started in September, he could not walk with his backpack on! The weight of an extra Pull-Up, a pack of wipes, and some spare jeans was too much for him, LOL.
Aww Jack is growing up! It sounds like he loves preschool!
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