Kindergarten. I remember when he was born, it felt like 2013 was light years away. Those five years flew by in a blink. I'm full of mixed feelings as I get ready to pop a backpack on Dean, hand him his lunch box, and send him off to start his formal education. A part of me keeps thinking, "Kindergarten's not that deep." But it is. It's big boy school. It marks the end of what they call "The Magic Years." And, oh, my, how magical they have been. This boy has the biggest, most vivid imagination. He's so carefree. I know parts of those elements in him will start to change as he gets older. I also know that school is a great adventure, where you find yourself, meet new friends, figure out what really makes you tick.
Today we made our first day of school sign, the one he'll hold in his picture tomorrow morning before we head to school. we've talked him through what the day will be like and planned what we'll pack for his lunch. We read a book before bedtime called "Kindergarten, Here I Come," in which Henry the mouse is very excited to start school. When we turned off the lights, Dean was whipsering, "D-E-A-N" over and over. I asked what he was doing and he said he was practicing because you have to spell your name a lot in Kindergarten. (Guess he HAS been listening to me all summer as I drilled him on spelling his name!) We went over some different scenarios and gave him some phrases to use for different situations he may find himself in, and we reminded him to be polite and listen to his teacher. And to tell her when he has to go to the bathroom because while it's impressive that you CAN hold it for 9 hours, it's really not that good for your body to do that.
I hope he will like school. I hope he will be ok tomorrow. I hope he will tell me about it instead of giving me his stock answer of "nothing" when I ask what he did all day.
I hope I don't cry.
Too late. (sniffle sniffle sob)