Anyone who has spent five minutes with Olivia has witnessed this bundle of energy in action. She’s here, she’s there, she’s in your face, she’s asking you for the seventeenth time to stop what you’re doing and play her current favorite game, Monopoly. She’s creative. She’s loud. She’s assertive, she’s hilarious, she’s empathetic – and she has a fiery core of energy that just doesn’t stop.
It can be exhausting.
I’m not going to be sad when she goes to Kindergarten. I am going to be thankful for the three hours of peaceful silence, one on one time with the mellower of my brood and the fact that maybe, just maybe, I can finish a latte without having to face the latest
disaster masterpiece that she’s in the midst of creating.
I can’t wait for Kindergarten.
A phrase that has come out of my mouth a few times over the past couple of years, sometimes I sit and think about what I am going to do with a whole three hours during the morning. Violet and I could do a class together, or we could sit, for the entire time and read books. You see, she’s the polar opposite to her fiery sister.
But time you guys? She’s a tricky one. An entire summer goes by in the blink of an eye. An entire toddlerhood can slip through your fingers faster than a couple of your favorite songs, and you’re left with nothing but the memories made and instructions of where to drop your kid off on the first day of school.
I Lied. I Can’t Believe it’s Here.
As September 2 gets closer, and closer and the orientation day is here I find myself wanting one more year, three hundred and sixty five days of lounging in bed not having to get out of bed in the morning, talking about what we’re going to do that day and making breakfast together. I find myself worried that there is going to be another person, for the first time, who is going to be responsible for a big part of Olivia’s day, and for the first time ever, we’re going to have a consistent daily break where she’s going to go off to thrive in a place I know will make her happier than ever, but take a big piece of my heart with her.
I’ve resolved to be happy with it, excited for her- because you can’t let the seeping thoughts inside about how quickly time passes. If you do, you’re probably going to be lamenting with the covers over your head about how quickly time goes by as even more time passes. Instead, we’re going to have special treats when she gets home and talks about her day, we’re going to make sure that we treat winter like summer and we’re going to use those afternoons off to create some special memories that she will take with her next year, and the year after, and the year after.
But… the break will be nice.