Yesterday morning, Alex and the 20-ish other children in his class “graduated.”
He will stay in the same room, with most of the same children, until the end of the summer.
But in the fall? In the fall he will move on. He will go one class up, to the “K-kids” classroom, with two new teachers and a Kindergarten curriculum. He will, as he is now, be the youngest in the class. And at the end of the year, he will have options. It is that option that makes me know that no matter what, everything will be okay.
After the “graduation ceremony,” he got to spend the rest of the day with his grandparents, with a new toy and the promise to play quietly while they both worked from home.
My little man, the preschool graduating class of 2012.
One last summer to go before I can can feel like I don’t need to put quotations around “school.” It really will be school.