I’m beginning to understand that time flies for nearly everyone. But I think the rapid passage of time is particularly evident as parents.
Because my tiny little baby, who came into our lives four weeks early, kept us up all day and night, and amused us with every whimper and movement … he started preschool.
It’s just two days a week. A total of five hours. And he seems to love it. But it seems like this is one pretty significant life change.
Because he’ll be in school now until he leaves me forever and goes to college. (What? Is that dramatic?)
This was his first day of school picture. Not a chalkboard or personalized T-shirt to be found.
I love all those cute ideas. But it was just too much planning and deciding. And it’s something you have to commit to. (Am I the only person who worries about losing the T-shirt or chalkboard?)
So in the end, I went with our very own tried-and-true family tradition. Henry stood in front of the door and cheesed up at mom. I have approximately 15 of these exact poses of myself growing up.
On his first day in his new class, I got up early and made breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes with yogurt.
And how’d he do at school? Pretty awesome, I dare say.
On the way into school, I was singing a song about how we were going to school.
Henry said, “No, mom. I am going to school. You will leave.”
He walked right in, grabbed his name tag and got to work on play-doh.
Then when I picked him up, the kids all sang a song and I watched proudly. And each student received his/her very own backpack. When his teacher called Henry’s name, he marched up front and said:
“No. I’m Captain America.”
She didn’t understand what he was saying, and must have thought she had his name wrong. After two more attempts, she looked up to me and I explained that he goes by Captain America sometimes.
And thus, all the parents and teachers now know Henry as Captain America. Unless he’s Spider-Man. Or the Hulk.
It doesn’t matter what name he prefers, I’m pretty proud of my little superhero.