I don’t like this whole “growing up” thing
Tomorrow I go and preregister Chunk #1 for kindergarten. Seriously, I don’t want to. He’s ready. He’s starting to read, he’s always full of questions (today’s favorite: “how did they make R2D2?”), and now he’s starting to add numbers – last week: “Mom, 3 plus 3 plus 2 plus 2 is ten. Right?” pause from the math whiz mom “uh, ya, did you figure that out yourself?” (I know, I know, I’m one of those moms that’s constantly amazed by my child….he could pour dirt in his hair and I’d rave about his creative genius).
So, he’s ready. But is mom ready? No.