“Kendall, what are you going to learn at school tomorrow?” I whispered as we laid in his bed under his solar system mobile while the planets danced around.
“I dunno, I bet sumping amazing,” he matter-of-factly replied.
I bet so.
Kendall started K-4 today (his second year of preschool). He helped me lay his clothes out last night, insisting on folding them himself. He was so excited that he woke on his own this morning and got himself dressed before he came out of his room.
I guess that strong will and independence comes in handy every now and then.
I have to admit, there was a sense of relief that drop-off this morning wasn’t for kindergarten, that I get to keep him a little closer to me for one more year. I planned to enroll him in 4 days a week up until about a month ago when, strangely, I had this urge to want to keep him with me as much as possible this year. I say “strangely” because I’ve long said that I was looking forward to more days at school for him so that I could get more work done in peace.
I figure I only have one more year of lazy Monday mornings with trips through the donut drive through, one more year to explore zoos and museums and (if I’m being honest) malls on weekdays with him. For now, I like the idea of him being home with us an extra day (though I’m giving myself permission to change my mind at any time).
I don’t know, I guess I just have a feeling that something amazing is going to happen this year to him, and I want to be sure I don’t miss it.