Today was the last Friday of kindergarten. I've had tears just beneath the surface all day. The boys had their last visits with their big buddies, their last kindergarten field trips, their last day of gingerly carrying their pizza-day hot lunch from the cafeteria to the car while I silently pray that they won't drop their trays.
I knew that the first day of school would be hard but I'm surprised by how sad all of these "lasts" of kindergarten are. When school started, I was comforted by the fact that I would be picking them up at 12:15 and we'd eat lunch together and they'd still be mine for most of the day. In first grade, that won't be the case.
Kindergarten has been more wonderful than I could have imagined. I'm going to soak up every second of this summer with my boys until I lose them to the longer days of first grade.
Tonight, instead of reading books at bedtime, E & N wanted to tell me a story. They set up all of their Playmobil animals, turned out the light and used a flashlight as a spotlight as they told me about Santa and his animals in the forest and an unfortunate encounter with a hammerhead shark. Ethan even played the harmonica at just the right moments of the story. It was the best.
Yesterday as I was waiting for the boys at pick-up, I saw Ethan come towards me quickly and then suddenly switch in to reverse and back up. Mrs. Russell asked what he was doing and I told her matter-of-factly that the extra lengths of strap hanging off of his backpack were controlling him. He'd pull his straps to the left and veer off with a huge smile on his face and then suddenly his straps would pull him the other way. "It's too bad your kids aren't creative", Mrs. Russell said, laughing.
Months ago, Ethan was standing in line in the school yard waiting to walk out to the pick-up line after school. I was there volunteering for something and I watched him as he did this crazy dance in line. Another little boy in his class turned to him and said "you're so weird". I've never been prouder as he just kept dancing.