When Lennon was a baby I'd drive by the park, look at all the bigger kids playing, walking, riding bikes...
I told myself, "This baby is never growing up. It seems impossible."
It is happening.
After a long summer of hot days, school finally started. And this year Lennon became a kindergartener. Is that a real word.
Ate banana pancakes for breakfast and was dressed in .5 seconds.
Look at that sweet face.
We walked him to school his first day. Larry was happy at first. See that? Happy kid. Shark helmet.
They rode together. Still happy.
We arrived at the school...Lennon started looking a little worried.
But still really excited.
Found our good friend Caleb...happy.
Lennon and Mama -- happy
And then they lined up to go to class. Larry...not happy. Larry...entering depression. Larry...the beginning of his worst behavior in years.
That week Larry threw more tantrums, had more meltdowns, told me he hated me, colored on the walls, colored on the doors, poured lemonade all over the kitchen floor...
He was really sad. His best buddy was gone.
Luckily, preschool started the next week. He's been happy since. Change can be so hard. Especially when you're four.
Sometimes I feel guilty that I'm not more sentimental. Or caring. When my kids fall down and cry I stay where I'm seated and tell them to get up. When they tell me so and so was rude or said this mean thing today, I just tell them to get new friends. Or walk away. Who cares, I tell them. And when my firstborn leaves me for the first time in six years, I give him a high five and walk away. There were moms there bawling; a part of me wished I could but the tears wouldn't come.
School is cool -- he's going to do great.