I'm not a person who generally mourns her children passing from one stage to the next. I welcome new phases and ages.
Tomorrow is Fruit Bat's last day of Kindergarten. On his first day, back in September, I did find myself the slightest bit weepy. But I didn't expect much emotion to come at the end.
Then, tonight, I pulled these from his backpack.
The box of crayons he's used (and used and used) all year.
And my throat closed in on itself.
Oh, the bittersweetness.
(On the plus side: fabulous crayon photo!)
Posted by: Melanie @ BeanPaste | June 18, 2009 at 09:50 PM
I think FB ate the rest of the crayons!
Posted by: J | June 18, 2009 at 10:12 PM
That could be the cover of a new book. Great picture..yes, I agree on the lump in the throat.
Posted by: M | June 19, 2009 at 05:21 AM
Great pic! And I know the feeling well...
Posted by: kcinnova | June 19, 2009 at 06:03 AM
Yes. Sigh.
Posted by: slouching mom | June 19, 2009 at 07:16 AM
Those were some beloved crayons...
We all get swept up at times.
Posted by: Lisa Milton | June 19, 2009 at 08:10 AM
What a diligent worker!
Posted by: BOSSY | June 19, 2009 at 08:20 AM
Right there with you! I'm relieved that 1st grade won't be so much of "everything is new" next year, but no one will replace his kindergarten teacher. And I'm always surprised by the weird anti-climactic part of a last day. What did I think, there would be a parade and balloons and everyone would stand around hugging? But it goes so fast and then they're gone. (now back to my tissues..)
Posted by: rachel | June 19, 2009 at 11:42 AM
Ohhh... I'm so afraid of this -- why does time pass so quickly? This is our last summer before The Ambassador begins preschool in the fall. How is it possible that tiny baby I was just holding yesterday is about to launch his school career in a couple months?
Posted by: Missives From Suburbia | June 19, 2009 at 07:31 PM
i came across some scissors the other day with my son's initials on them-he is now 20! It is odd how we can be so there for our kids and still it feels like its done in a flash.
Posted by: robin | June 21, 2009 at 03:58 PM
I hd one of those moments earlier today when I moved a pile on my desk and uncovered a PostIt note my daughter had drawn on a year or so ago. It was so scrawly and raw...now she writes and draws like "a big girl..."
Posted by: Mr Furious | June 26, 2009 at 03:32 PM