Every week, for two years, my youngest little guy has been going to preschool. Over these two years, the teachers have changed, some of our little routines have changed, his clothes have gotten smaller (because it COULDN’T be that he is getting bigger), and I truly have just basked in it all. I love dropping him off. Not because I’m glad to get rid of him, but I love how regular it is. I really love our routine. I feel like it’s a sweet and loving routine, and I love how stable it is. In lives that can get so chaotic, routines can help center us, and for me, the whole preschool routine is very calming. Very centering. I know I’ll miss it.
This weekend, he graduates. And over the past couple of weeks, as I have pondered this momentous occasion, I have realized how much I will miss our little routine. Just the regularity of it all. For most of this year, this has been our routine:
I love that he gives his mama and himself the okay to make mistakes. We all could learn from that: mistakes can give you power, if you’re willing to learn from them.
Then he signs in. Every time, I tell him what day it is: “It’s T-T-T-Tuesday.” “It’s Th-Th-Th-Thursday.” And then he figures out where to sign his name. These pictures were taken on three different days. But the routine is always there. Always the same.And then his best friend comes over, hugs me, attacks me, tells me a something important, and the two get silly.
I seriously love it.
Then, he goes to the window to watch me go.
It’s always the same.
It’s my routine. And I love it.I invite you to take a look at the routines in your life. Pick up your camera and take some pictures to help keep those memories alive. This routine will end, and new ones will replace it. And those routines will be special too. But for me, THIS routine, has been nothing short of magical. I know there will come a day where he will run off as soon as I drop him off. He won’t linger to wave goodbye. He will definitely not be interested in hugging and kissing me, ESPECIALLY in front of his friends, and very likely, his friends will have no interest in hugging me either.
My boy will grow up.
But maybe if I just keep not stepping on those cracks, he’ll stay my little boy just a little bit longer….