Time

On Tuesday we went to a kindergarten meetup at Penn's new school. It was themed "Popsicles in the Park" and filled with Penn's future best friends and their parents. Penn played football for the first time ever with three other boys (who definitely knew how to play) and managed to mostly hold his own. I let out an audible gasp when he caught the ball and started running.

Overall it was a really positive experience. He is enormously excited to start school in August. I'm excited he's attending a school that is held in rather high regard in Dallas.

But as I gazed across the playground of children I saw the begininng of the end. I can still see my own kindergarten playground like it was yesterday. I can remember where I laid my mat down at naptime. (Right beside the teachers desk.) I remember my teacher, Mrs. Mousehart and her assistant's face. I remember standing up to that red haired bully, the girl who wasn't always there due to her chemotherapy treatments, making the alphabet books and playing "house" in the little playcenters around the classroom.

And now I'm going to send my son off to make his own memories. I still can't believe I have a five year old, much less sending him off to school and getting ready to birth another baby.

Time goes by so fast.