My li'l Fidget graduated from Nursery school last night.
In three short months, she'll be gone to kindergarten full days two or three times a week. ("even" days on a 6-day cycle)
I try to imagine how it will feel, having the house to myself for a full 8 hours a couple of times each week. I mean, I've had kid-free days here and there over the years, but never on a regular basis. While part of me looks forward to the glorious silence and potential productivity, part of me knows it will seem TOO quiet. Too empty.
After 5 years of non-stop chatter, the silence will be deafening.
But last night, I tried not to think about that. I tried to think about how much she's learned over the last 9 months. How much she's loved nursery school and making new friends; how much she loves her teacher.
And I know she's looking forward to "real" school. Even if I'm not so sure.
Just for the heck of it, I dug up the picture of Peanut's nursery school grad two years ago. Man, I never really think they look alike, but wow, sometimes they really DO! (It helps, of course, that Fidget wore her big sister's hand-me-down dress last night, too!)