I have one more California post sitting in my draft file, but today I can't talk about anything other than my boy. My kindergarten boy.
We decided to see Montessori through to the third-and-final year of primary (which is kindergarten), so he's still in the same school and class he was in last year, but with some new responsibilities and works. (For those of you versed in Harry Potter, I think of the kindergartener role being similar to that of a prefect.)
Because he's going to be right where he was last year, I think I'd been downplaying it in my head. We celebrated by having donuts with some of his favorite people--his Manga and his coffee shop buddy--but otherwise it was such a normal, busy morning that I didn't have a chance to get misty-eyed and wistful.
The Kid did let me take our customary first day of school pictures. Until he saw one of his friends. Then he was off without a look back.
I softly said, "Bye," to the back of his head as his teacher gave me a sympathetic smile.
I'll admit, when he walked away without our customary "hug, kiss, and handshake" ritual it did make me a little sad, but also a teensy bit proud, too.
Because that's what they're supposed to do. Grow and make friends and fly out from the nest to become part of the greater world...and, whatever else I may feel, my overarching emotion is that I'm incredibly grateful that his life is unfolding just as it should.