This week, Micah started 1st grade, and Lucas started preschool. And me? I have a few hours to myself during the day for the first time in a long time.
Micah was proud not to be a “kindergarten baby” anymore, and his favorite part about 1st grade is that he has his own desk. With a rectangle opening! “Folders go on the bottom on the left, then my pencil case on top of that with all my pencils, crayons, and erasers. And then on the right side is all my books, like my math book and reading book.” Now if I can get him to channel that organizational prowess at home…
Lucas was ready for preschool months ago. Poor guy; mommy got pretty boring, I guess. I have to say though, that I love his preschool; it’s a gym converted into a playspace, so kids have tons of room to roam around, and the teachers (4 — count ’em — 4 of them!) are incredibly nurturing and know their stuff. When it was time for goodbyes, Lucas didn’t even give me the time of day. Fist pump.
In other and somewhat related news, it was a week of lasts, too. Micah stopped sleeping with his blankie (really, an old sweater of Hubbie’s, or at least what’s left of it. What started as a cashmere sweater became a ragged 6″ x 8″ piece of cloth.) If you know Micah, you know this is HUGE. It’s sort of bittersweet, to think of all those moments when he cried in the middle of the night for it, or the way his eyes would light up when he’d bury his nose in it, or all those road trips when it was high up on the packing list. It makes sense. You could see his confidence grow this past year — for conquering kindergarten, hitting line drives, and forging friendships. I couldn’t tell while it was happening, but the entire time his security was migrating from an external source to an internal one. It’s as if with each thread unraveled from that sweater, a new one was stitched in his sense of self. It’s beautiful, watching your firstborn grow up and find his footing.
(I’m still keeping Cashmere, though.)