Today you waved goodbye to me and headed off to first grade, not having the slightest idea what awaits you.
I never attended first grade, but my understanding is that it's much more like actual school than Kindergarten, with more sitting at desks and officially learning things, and it feels a little bit like a bait and switch to just casually wave goodbye to you as though you were heading back to another day of Legos and snack time in Mrs. Bookman's class. They don't let you go directly to the classroom to drop your kid off for first grade, you have to just leave them lined up outside with all the big kids, and it feels a lot like just dropping you into the abyss.
And then I went upstairs and gave Mira a big hug, and couldn't help but think about the fact that this time next year I'll be dropping her off for her first day of preschool. Which reminded me how much I hate preschool with the whole schlepping your child somewhere just for two hours and also having to bring snacks and pajamas and two tomatoes and whatnot, but that's for another time.
Milo, you had a wonderful summer. You learned to hit and throw a ball in baseball camp, you learned a bunch of stuff that I don't actually understand in chess camp, and you learned how to dive to the bottom of the pool in regular camp. You asked a million interesting questions, got pretty good at riding your bike, and started reading on your own (in part because we told you that you could stay up an extra half hour at night if you were reading). You lost interest in Pokemon, became obsessed with Gogos, got excited about baseball cards, and learned how to do a cannonball off a diving board. You trounced me in Wii golf multiple times and then graciously suggested we switch to bowling. You started playing games with your sister even though half the time she just messes up the board or demands something completely irrational. You made friends. You asked if you could sleep over at Gabriel's house for a week.
I'm probably biased, but you're just a superstar. You're the kid who tackles everything head on. The down side is that you get very upset when you aren't the best at something immediately you throw a fit. The up side is that after you throw a fit you get over it, set your mind to learning, and do it until you get it.
At least, that's the kid I sent off to first grade this morning. Let's hope the same kid comes back this afternoon.
I love you, and tell Miss Michael not to make you share a table with the hyper kid who can't sit still.
Love,
Mama
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