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The kindergartener. He’s been a bit emotional the last few days. And it’s all my fault, I fear. Because the apple doth not falleth farreth from the treeeth. The child, for all intents and purposes, is a mini-Mister. But his emotional roller coaster is the one ride he is on with mama.
While I have shared the fact that I don’t want Kindergarten to end with you, I have not said boo to him about it. But he sure has formulated his own feelings on the subject. To some extent, he is obliterated.
He first cried at the breakfast table yesterday. And when we inquired as to what was wrong, he replied, through gasps, “I just don’t want it to be over.” Oh, kid… I feel ya.
And then, last night, before bed, as we read, and snuggled together in his bunk, he started making the cry face again. The lip pushed out. The eyelids started to squint closed. The breathing got deeper.
“Oh, B. What’s going on, bud?”
“I just don’t want it to end. I just don’t want it to be over.”
“Oh, I know, sweetpea. Change is hard for me so I get it.”
“It just went so fast mom. It’s like I just got used to it, and it was like it went in fast motion.”
“Oh, love…”
And what else are you supposed to do as a parent in that moment, when they are so spot on? When you totally feel the same? What else besides hugging them…
I told him all the things I thought I’d want to hear. I told him that when he started the year, he wasn’t sure about it and now, he is in love with it. So the chances of that happening again, as the years roll on, are pretty high. I told him that Kindergarten is just the beginning. And that he would still see all of his friends … through the summer, and next school year. I told him we will eat pizza after school and celebrate because it’s an exciting time. All the parent things that you say as you try to convince yourself that it will all be grand on this big wild ride. Because you’re doing it all together.
He’s my kid, for sure. My almost first grader.
The tears stopped. And we talked about the book we’re reading. I hugged him tight, again. And pecked him smack dab on the lips. And I was so thankful for the chance to talk him. And me. Off the ledge.
And now, I’ve got words to carry with me for the days that feel s l o w. The days that feel long. And the days where I question if we are getting it. Because, It’s all going in fast motion. And sometimes, all we can do is throw our hands in the air and enjoy the ride.
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