This week, Connor started school again, and I'm left wondering where summer went. How has it already been three months since he dressed up in his St. Louis Cardinals gear for his end-of-the-year baseball party in May?
This year, Connor is proud to be walking into the 4-year-old preschool class, way on the other side of the school building, complete with its own preschool playground right outside of his classroom. He will be attending 3 full days each week, which we decided would be a good transition to 5 full days of Kindergarten next year, and he is excited to get to eat lunch in the cafeteria and bring a lunchbox to school this year.
He is my "quiet activity" kid. He loves to read, to do puzzles, to watch his favorite shows of Wild Kratts or Paw Patrol, to enact elaborate games of pretend - and on any given day, we pretend to be koalas or Berenstain Bears or superheroes. His imagination knows no bounds.
Yet quiet activities don't necessarily mean quiet. Connor does not stop talking or asking questions. Ever. The silence while he was at school on Monday and Brenna was napping was a shocking new reality. I actually heard myself think :)
This school year, Connor, I pray that you hold on tight to your sweet and caring disposition. I hope that your curiosity and imagination never leave you. And I pray that you will always do your best and be your best. My thoughts from when you started school last year all still ring true, and you continue to make me proud every day to be your mom.
Happy school year!