Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Preschool Graduation: The End of an Era

We had a night out with the Brinkruffs to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary and their stellar Mini Marathon performance.  Less than two weeks after the Boston Marathon, Claudia rocked the race and snagged a new PR!

"It's one of the saddest days of my life," I cried to my husband.

He looked alarmed and swiveled around to gaze in my direction.

I whimpered, "Look what I found in Collin's backpack!"

He snagged the piece of paper, a white sheet covered with happy figures dressed in graduation caps and gowns.  The  bubbly letters proclaimed the upcoming preschool graduation.  The invite's chirpy tone was mean to elicit excitement and anticipation, but for me it invoked sadness.

It will be the last time I attend a preschool graduation.  His preschool graduation will mark the end of the era; my last baby will advance to elementary school in a matter of months.  Gone will be the days of preschool musicals, finger paint masterpieces, and little one chapel time.

I'll miss the most the days he doesn't attend preschool.  Those precious hours when we can be truly savor our time together and I can focus on him without a myriad of distractions.

Those days are numbered.  I know.  So I'm trying to make the most of the time we have.  I declared yesterday afternoon "Collin's day" and tried to say yes to things I normally wouldn't.  We devoured cookies for snacks.  We meandered around a book store and purchased the latest Skippyjon Jones.  We walked along the canal.

He held my hand as we strolled along the dirt path.  A handful of turtles, a few ducks, and a cardinal made appearances.  He squeezed my palm tighter when geese crisscrossed our walk.  We declared them our nemeses and pondered their demise.  We talked about everything from the silly to the serious (five-year-old serious, that is).  But finally, with brothers to retrieve from school, our walk had to come to an end.  It seemed to finish too soon.

Once we reached our car, I told Collin how much I enjoyed our time together.  Perhaps our walk had to end, but the memories will remain.  

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