‘Twas the night before kindergarten
And throughout the home
All the parents were dreaming
Of days all alone.
The lunches were packed
In their boxes with care
By good moms and dads
Who were battling despair.
What to do with their days?
They had not a clue.
They planned out the ways
They’d find work to do.
But they couldn’t replace
All those sounds they would miss.
Or the games they would play,
All those owies they’d kiss.
“My babies are grown!”
Cried the one to the other.
“Not yet,” came the thought,
No:
“There is another.”
Two more years, chocolate face. Grow up slowly. Your parents can’t handle it.
Yes… except I just have one more year until the baby is in kindergarten!
Look at that head of hair!!! WOW
I know exactly how you are feeling – my daughter will be going into grade 2 and I remember the extreme sadness when she started JK. My youngest is starting this year…oh boy – bringing tissues with me for sure!
I do not accept this rapid passage of time. No. Time can give in any time now.
I hope she had an amazing, stories to tell you later day.
Oh, ache. My youngest of four, my boy, started 6th grade Monday. New school after preschool through fifth in the same place, four blocks from our home. Grow up slowly!