Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Moving on up

Today is big dog's last day at his old school. When I told him this morning he was almost giddy, "And after this I always go to my new school?" he asked wild with anticipation.
"Yes, you do." I replied, a little surprised at just how much he seems to be ready to ditch his old school and old school buddies. Then I started to feel a little sad. Why? Who the hell knows? I wasn't crazy about his old school and I adore the new program he's in now. I was the one who made the decision to move him, I smooth talked Mr. Dog into getting on board with it. I set up the overlapping transition time, but now that the transition is ending it feels like it went way too fast.

I keep thinking about how hard it will be to keep in touch with his friends from his old school, how those early friendships may well be ending when we complete the transition. Does it matter? Not really. It isn't like I have a whole gang of buddies from my preschool. He's already swimming in friends at his new school who he talks about non-stop. And his best friend, well we'll see him no matter where he goes to school. His mom is one of my friends, so that makes it really easy. And the others, most of them were heading off to Kindergarten this Fall, so if they do lose touch it would have happened after they made their transitions.

Still, I'm making a special point of picking him up this evening. I'm bringing cupcakes over at lunch for as a friendly gesture of goodbye, not the one fingered salute I would have expected when I made the plans for our escape. And here I am feeling a little weepy about this "end of an era".

What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it's rooted in the fact that he's been here since he was 18 months and by keeping him here, I have some kind of odd connection to his past. Or maybe that's just some kind of psychobabble stretch to make sense out of my odd behavior.

3 comments:

Kaza said...

Isn't that odd how nostalgic and sad you suddenly feel when actually facing the moment you thought you were looking forward to? After all that time, it's no wonder. (And no, I don't think it's psychobabble at all.)

Marla said...

moving up is growing up... and as much as we want it... it is hard to deal with...

mamikaze said...

Isn't odd how you get more attached to their surroundings than they do? I was sad when my girls left daycare. I still miss it. They could not care less.

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