The End of an Era

*I wrote this blog last Thursday, and was waiting to post it with photos. That won't happen for awhile - I'll blog on that soon.

Okay, "Era" might be a slightly dramatic word to describe the three years we've spent at Gethsemane Lutheran Preschool, but then, I'm a slightly dramatic person.

Today is Connor's last day of preschool, and he is overjoyed. He's got visions of the two of us spending every day together as a "Connor and Mommy day". Faithful to the bitter end, he never gave up his quest to try to get out of going to school. As recently as two weeks ago he faked a headache, and even this morning he begged me not to go. It might be tempting to think, "Poor kid, he really must hate school!", but don't be fooled; he does great once he's there. Connor's problem is that he's not still in my womb. He would be perfectly content to park it there for the next 10 years or so, I'm afraid. At the very least, if he could get his umbilical cord back and just be attached to me, I think he would settle for that. So, while he ran around excited this morning because it was his last day, I walked around the house sneaking into corners to have a cry and trying to hide my tears.

Change is hard for me. Have I mentioned that before? It's possible that I am inappropriately attached to Mrs. Matzke, the world's greatest preschool teacher. I already mentioned (in my last post) how fabulous she is, so I won't rehash it. I will just say that I will forever be referring to her combination of compassion, steadiness, wisdom and sparkle as "The Matzke Factor".

Now...moving on to a summer of enjoying my growing boys and their passion for adventure and laughs. I hope I can keep up with them!

*Note that I'm fine now. I just needed to spend Thursday living in the emotion of the moment. I eventually do come around to change. I'm just a little slower at it than I'd like to be!