I’ve been missing the end of kindergarten, even though we still have weeks left of it.
Kindergarten is just different. Smaller classes. A few teachers. 20ish kids, and since you have been seeing them several times a week for the last year, you know them sooo well, as you do their parents.
The kids can explore. Out in the yard they go, giving grass a haircut, making bird feeders, and watering the flowers. Weekly cooking is a must, and in Winter it is soups and scones, whereas in the warmer months we see things like mini berry muffins and juices.
Although it is a small place, it is set amongst big trees… a big yard. It makes the premises, and everything within it, look that much smaller.
Everything is smaller at kindergarten. And I’ve realised, I like it like that.
Because, with small kids there are small problems. But with big kids… yep, you get it.
It has been a very bittersweet time for me. Because although I am excited about baby girl starting primary school next year, I have been missing what she won’t have, before it has even ended.
Today, during her second transition day at her big primary school… I realised something.
Not THAT much will change next year.
Sure, new school. New kids. Not just a class of 20, but maybe 4 of those. Many teachers. Many yard areas. Longer days and weeks.
But as I looked around the prep area today, I noticed…
The parents. They all looked really nice and respectable. I could be friends with any of them.
The familiar faces. I already knew half a dozen of them, as there were 6 kids coming from baby girl’s kinder. And it wasn’t just the familiarity of the kids, but the parents too, who I got even more acquainted with today.
The yard. Sure the equipment was bigger. But it was still kid-friendly, and there was bark underneath it.
The vibe around us was that of innocence. Naivety. There were still big trees, but this time they were set amongst buildings.
There was still happiness.
This brought me to my conclusion.
They are getting bigger, sure. But not that much will change.
Because they are still our babies.
They aren’t growing up one year all at once.
It is second by second.
Minute by minute.
Hour by hour.
And day by day.
They will still be holding on, and will need so much love and support from us, their parents, during their first year in primary school.
And I think all the parents there, me included, will be so glad to give it to them 🙂
I am feeling more sweet and less bitter, second by second… minute by minute… hour by hour…
and day by day.
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