Wow! We are nearing the end of April and I can't believe how fast time flies. M has only one month of preschool left (forever!). And, although I'm doing a happy dance about no longer paying tuition, I'm a little sad that my little boy is SO grown up already.
This morning, my dapper little guy asked me if he looked like a kindergartener - he was wearing a white polo shirt and nice khaki shorts. The dress code at his elementary school will be similar and he has apparently picked up on it. He had some angst when I told him that next year he would have to tuck in his shirt. "What if I can't? Will I have to go to the principal's office?" he asked. I'm not sure where he learned about the principal's office - maybe in a book. But, yes he did look like a kindergartener - a real grown up child and not a baby or a preschooler anymore.
While this makes me a little sad, I have to say that each and every age has been wonderful with him and I love this age a lot. We have thoughtful conversations and he is starting to show a capacity for compassionate thought - considering what other people's feelings are and how he might influence that.
Yesterday, my sister was having a rough day and M overheard my conversation with her and asked me about it. He asked if we could call her - and we did. He left her 2 messages. The first was very sweet, but the second almost made me cry (and it DID make her cry) - he said "I'm sorry that you are feeling sad. I love you very much." He just breaks my heart with his kindness sometimes. I wish that I could freeze that in him and protect it from what he will inevitably encounter in "real life" that will try to squeeze such compassion out of him.
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