Today was the last day of Kindergarten. Where does the time go? And WHY was I more sad about this than when he started Kindergarten back in July? I have some theories, but by all accounts a hormonal mom should be sobbing when her baby goes off to school. Not me, I handled it with fine aplomb. Now, today, I didn’t embarass the poor kid but I did gush over him all the way home when I picked him up. All about how proud I am of him and how big he’s getting and how sad it was he wasn’t in Kindergarten anymore. I think he thought I was more than a little nuts.

(Also, for the record, he’s feeling much better today. Has some sniffles, but no more horrific wheezing incidents, thank goodness. Plus, he was bound and determined to go his last day of school, bless his heart.)

It’s easy to pretend with Kindergarten. It’s not at all unlike preschool. The only difference being, of course, that it’s free and that they go to the same school as the big kids. But they have their own class, their own playground and only go for a few hours a day. Their teachers are softspoken and sweet. They play games and read stories all day long. They learn their letters and numbers. The teacher laughingly sends home “homework” but generally refers to just reading a bedtime story each night or tracing numbers on a piece of paper. Kindergarten isn’t really *school*. It’s preparation for school. And now? My little baby is ready. He’s going into the 1st grade in a month’s time. After that, there’s no more excuses. The years are just going to speed by faster and faster until he’s graduating high school and I’m a mere puddle on the floor. So he may be ready, but I don’t know about me. I think I might need some time. Like 20-30 years. Make that 40. No, 50.

It’s just that he’s going to start making friends with strange kids and learning all sorts of bad words (besides the ones he learns at home? I guess…). He won’t want to hug me in public and snuggle with me in the mornings. He’ll outgrow me, little by little. That? Makes me sad.

I can’t (completely) blame the pregnancy hormones. I was technically… not pregnant when he started Kindergarten. But I thought I was. Does that count? No? Please? Okay, so maybe it IS the pregnancy hormones. He’s just so little! (Okay, so not true. He’s nearly a head taller than a lot of his classmates) He’s my baby! He has to stay little forever and that’s final.

Yeah, not so much with the rational thought here.

We got a little diploma and his “report card” along with a portfolio filled with his artwork and accomplishments throughout the year. I’m going to promptly laminate every single item. What a big, smart, wonderful child he is.

And I promise the next entry won’t be so focused on Harry. He’s just been dominating my thoughts these days. Plus, he’s darn cute (like his father).