Yesterday my oldest child graduated from Pre-K resulting in me turning into a great big giant pile of hot messy (I mean circa 2007 Britney Spears) tears. I never cry about these things, but there was just something about those moments full of pride when I watched him on the brightly lit stage. I mean, I know that on the list of great accomplishments pre-kindergarten graduation is pretty much well, at the very bottom. Nobody fails pre-K. This is America, after all.
But there I sat next to my husband and my lip quivered as his name was called to receive his paper diploma. His photo flashed up on the screen with him holding a board with his future career goal handwritten in adorable 5-year old’s chicken scratch writing, “A PILOT.” The “L” was backwards, of course.
Being a lefty is hard, dude.
This is the kid that made me a mom. I was 25 years old when he was born. It blows my mind how much he has matured and how little I have. (HA!) My tiny 6lb baby that struggled to grow and worried his doctors and parents has somehow transformed into a thriving almost 6 year old, who I’m pretty sure is going to eat me out of house and home.
When kindergarten starts in the fall Nolan will be six years old. Though he technically could have started school this last year we decided to keep him home for a variety of reasons. I was not super confident about that decision, actually I was certain I was probably screwing him up or giving him a complex by keeping him back a year. Thankfully that’s not been the case. I’m in awe of how much he’s grown and developed this year. He has mastered new academic skills, regularly exercises critical thinking skills, has advanced in leadership, and has increased his self-confidence. These are all totally normal average kid things, but it still amazes me to see it happen before my eyes. Being a parent is weird sometimes.
I haven’t always done things well. I’ve failed at a lot, frankly (see archery, college statistics, knitting, and the crop top fashion trend). Kids are resilient though. You can’t screw them up too much, fortunately.