Little Kid Days
Baby Bee went off to school today. This is her third year in her preschool program. While she was eligible for Kindergarten this year, Big Daddy, her teachers and therapists and I all though Baby Bee would be better served by a third year of preschool and since I’m in no hurry for her to grow up, that suited me fine.
So, I dressed her up in her little fox dress and put “noms” in her hair to hold her bangs back and she was on her way.
It was our last first day of preschool.
To me, a little kid is under Kindergarten age. They don’t go to school full time. They still spend part of their day at home. Sometimes they still need naps and little kid comforts (kisses fix booboos, hugs keep the boogie monster away). I’ve been in little kid days for the past 14.5 years, but this year is my last and next September Baby Bee will start full day, all day Kindergarten (with a wonderful school staff) and my little kid days will be over.
I once told Big Daddy that I couldn’t imagine my life after little kid days. It’s all the further I ever got when I would daydream about my life in the future. Babies. Toddlers. Little Preschoolers with backpacks as big as their little bodies.
I am beginning to reinvent my dreams and daring to imagine what it will be like without having little kids around the house. I’m afraid I won’t like it as much having declared on so many occasions that little kids are my wheelhouse. I’m so good at little kids!
But over the course of this summer, the Princess has started to settle down a little bit and I find that I am really enjoying my time with her as we move beyond constant parenting to a parenting/friend mix. Soon, I will have three more best friends instead of little kids. Maybe I can be good at big kids and teenagers, too? It’s my hope that I can be.
I will miss little kid days, though, probably forever and ever. Amen.