My son’s school held a Kindergarten Open House last night. I did not cry. I only got misty. Win! He was very interested in seeing the classrooms, which we got to do, and was excited about the library and all the books everywhere. The school bus ride was also a hit.
The open house was really helpful for me, and I’m sure for Karsen, too. I am having a hard time with this whole idea of him going to school. I’m very excited for him because I know he is going to love it and have so much fun learning, but at the same time, I am struggling with the fact that he is growing up. He is our only. And will always be our only. I’m not going to have a baby at home anymore! There is a pile of toys he’s outgrown in our bonus room that I intended on getting rid of two months ago. I just can’t. You know what’s not helping? I now know 10 pregnant women. Also not helping: every TV commercial with babies.
The funniest thing that happened at the open house was during the short speech in the school’s gym by the PTSA rep at the beginning of the night. She was talking about raising money and about new playground equipment that had recently been installed when Karsen turned to me and, in a loud whisper, said, “This school has a playground?!” He also got excited when the principal mentioned “running laps” as part of an exercise program they do every Monday. “How many laps?” he asked. “As many as you want,” I said. His face lit up.
Yes, my kid likes to run laps…which is why when we visited the playground, he actually only played on the equipment for about 5 minutes before asking me if he could go to the soccer field to run. “Go for it,” I said, shaking my head without shaking me head, and feeling proud at the same time. Because I love to run, too, so I get it.
Off he went. My little boy looked so tiny with his skinny arms and legs pumping as he crossed a vast stretch of green for no reason in particular other than to get that feeling that running gives you. There was no finish line. Nobody to beat. He was just running. Nothing else.
Peace and happiness washed over me as I watched him. I only hope I can wrap myself in those feelings when he runs off to the first day of school in September.