Monkey is officially a kindergarten graduate. He has a diploma and everything.
The kids put on an entire circus which was so stinking cute it made my teeth ache. The ringmaster kept saying things like “Aaaaand nowuh. Pwease put yowur hands togevver for da funniest cwowns awound!”
The tightrope walkers stood on the balance beam and picked their leotards out of their cracks. The clowns forgot their lines. The acrobats kept falling on their butts. The jugglers (one of which was Monkey) hit each other in the face with their balls. The magicians reached into the hat to pull out a rabbit… and pulled out the false bottom.
It was awesome.
Monkey is off to Chickadee’s school next year, where they’ll share the same bus and the same building for two years, and then Chickadee will be off to middle school. (Because middle school starts in FIFTH GRADE here. Why not just stab me in the heart with a rusty knife?) There will be no more pretending that he’s still a little kid. He’s a big kid.
I don’t think of myself as a terribly nostalgic person. I give away baby clothes. I celebrate my children’s burgeoning independence (except for the mouthiness… that part I don’t celebrate so much as try to squelch). I love watching my kids expand their horizons and I don’t miss wiping butts one bit.
But tonight, as I watched my son bounce up and down in his (very apt) “No batteries required” t-shirt, I was struck by how old I feel. Not old in the “I’m headed for the retirement home” way, you understand, but in the “time is passing and I want it back” sort of way.
Monkey is my last baby. There will never be another baby in my house. And I worry that I’ve spent too much of his life dealing with other things.
Still, he was nothing but sunshine tonight. I gave him a huge hug, congratulated him on his performance, and whispered “I am so proud of you!” into his ear.
“I am so proud of me, too!” he answered. And a few minutes later he was declaring how cake was the very best thing in the entire world, except maybe for mommies and daddies. And then he was off and running, again.
I hope I can keep up.