Audrey graduated from preschool yesterday. It was terribly exciting. So exciting in fact that she woke up Wednesday morning hoping it was dinner time so she could go back to bed and wake up to have it be graduation day.
We had a teeny celebration at breakfast for her. She loved her card, in which Elliot wrote, “Good job Audrey! Love your Elliot”. Her face beamed when I read that to her. It’s all fine and dandy when mom and dad are gushy and lovey but when Elliot is lovey? Break out the ticker tape parade, it’s the BEST DAY EVER.
I think I’m in shock. I know she’s heading off to Kindergarten this Fall. I’m thrilled about that (not as thrilled as she is though). She’s independent and doesn’t need constant supervision, yay! But that also means there are no babies in this house. Actually, we’ve been baby free for some time. There are no little kids in this house; no walking babies. In this house people say their words properly, eat with utensils, go to the bathroom all on their own. In this house kids choose their own clothes, do their own hair, choose what to have for breakfast and occasionally make it themselves.
They’re growing up. And I’m not sure I’m entirely on board with that plan.
These milestones that are supposedly about our children seem to be put in place to remind us to let go.