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summer, where art thou?

kalurah — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 15:45:49 +0000

oh my, where did the summer go? I blinked and it was gone, just like that.

seeing it slip by made me especially sad this year because I knew it meant that I would be sending my 5 year old to Kindergarten FOR THE LAST TIME.

I did it with Zoe when she was 5 and with Zach when he was 5. you would think this old gal was used to it by now.

But she is not.

I think what makes it so hard this time around is that my little guy is such a home-body. He doesn’t mind staying at home and kicking back with mom. He loves waking up and flipping on the xbox and having the entire couch all to himself, without the intrusions of his siblings.

And I must say, I’ve grown to love this little routine we had together. But it’s ending.

The thought is rough. I haven’t yet accepted it. Just give me time…. how ’bout ONE MORE year????

“Dear Kindergarten, I’m NOT ready yet. Come back next year. Or maybe the year AFTER that!”

*sigh*

How did you get through this transition, Veteran Moms???

Here we go AGAIN!

kalurah — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:59:00 +0000

Send chocolate.
And coffee.
And LOTS of Kleenex!

Congratulations, Zoe!!!

kalurah — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 07:01:00 +0000

Monday night was our little Kindergartener’s graduation.

I admit, I let one or two little tears slide down my left cheek but I quickly covered them with my Nikon and I was able to collect myself.

Seeing her up there, I realized how much she has actually grown this year. Not just physically.
She amazes me every day with how much she’s learned. A sweet, little sponge that’s ready to soak up even more.

I was also amazed to see that she will actually dance with a “boy”! Shhhh!!!! Don’t tell anyone!

This is without a doubt, a scary glimpse into the future.

Cupcakes were enjoyed.

And hugs were shared.

It only seems like yesterday that I was telling you all about how difficult embarking on this milestone was for me.
Sending my firstborn, my little girl off into the big world, all by herself.
It seems silly now, looking back.

I no longer wait at the bus stop, biting my fingers to nubs.
Or stare at the clock every hour on the hour.
I guess I’ve grown over this past year, as well.

But now it’s her little brother’s turn. Zachary begins Kindergarten this fall.
Here we go again.