Friday was a rough one. It started off with me yelling at disobedient kids (that’s effective parenting, let me tell ya), and it got worse from there.
It was Bennett’s last day of preschool. I feel like I just enrolled him, but I guess that was more than two years ago. It occurred to me last winter that he was going to kindergarten in the fall. Kindergarten, people. Required schooling. And he’s my second-born. I swear, it feels like I was just spoon-feeding that munchkin last week.
One of the moms in his class put together a sweet memory book for the teachers, where each kid’s picture and name was on a page along with a note from the child about what they liked best about their teacher. Each of the teachers burst into tears when they got the books, which made most of the moms in the room cry, too. I left preschool crying. And then when I picked Bennett up from school, he had tears in his eyes. It’s been such a good year for him.
We had a birthday party after school, and when I got home there was an email from my friend Mara, with this picture:
That’d be Jackson, Luke’s best friend, and Luke, at a writer’s celebration at school today. Cue full-on waterworks. He’s gone to school with Jackson since he was 3. Leaving him is going to be hard on Luke.
So, I went to school to pick up Luke, and I could tell by the look on his face that things weren’t great. He didn’t exactly look like he was going to cry, but it didn’t look good. He got in the van, and I said, “Rough day, buddy?” And he just started bawling, and said, “I want to stay at (current school).” Today was the day that all of the kids got a letter telling them who next year’s teacher is going to be. Talk about feeling left out. Monday will be even worse; it’s “flip day,” where the kids go have lunch and hang out with their teacher for next year.
Luke’s teacher, who he adores, has assured me that Luke will stay with her (she’s moving up to 3rd grade next year) or he’ll be with some other kids who won’t be back next year for whatever reason. Either way, it doesn’t matter: Monday will suck for Luke.
It’s one thing to endure heartache for your own choices or things that happen to you, but it’s quite another to see your child in pain. I think things will get easier when summer starts and he can get a clean break from his old life/school, but it can’t come soon enough.