We're hitting milestones left and right at our house. Yesterday, Henry met his teacher -- Mrs. Ryan -- and toured his classroom. Today, he's having a graduation ceremony at preschool. And tomorrow's the first day of kindergarten. Henry and I are doing our best to curb the anxiety and try not to cry. I think he's more successful than I am. I had a moment last night, sitting at the table, reading through a packet of papers, when the tears flowed. I'm sure it won't be the last time. But I suspect that, after a few days, kindergarten will seem not all that much different from his very structured, highly educationally focused preschool. Plus, he informed me with glee after looking at the daily schedule on the board, he'll get THREE OUTSIDE TIMES (recess)!!! Score.
Henry will get lots of opportunities to meet kids who have very different backgrounds. He is one of the only caucasian kids in his class, a complete change from his preschool. I'm excited about it. Welcome to the real world, kiddo.
In an unrelated event, but still a part of our neighborhood news, it was standing room only at the city council meeting last night as our neighbors met to voice their concerns about recent violence and crime in our part of town. Looks like patrols are up, and they're considering a curfew or juvenile delinquency punishment. We'll see how that works. I hope things get better (for example, no more GUNFIRE in our STREET). I love our neighborhood. It's like a pocket of "real world" in the middle of Iowa cornfields.
One more milestone I couldn't let pass. The last post was number 1,000, since I began my blog. I'm thinking of a way to celebrate. But for now, it'll have to wait. I have enough other big moments going on.