One of my favorite parts about buying a house was the open house listing that would come out every Sunday. I would find the ones in my price range (and some a bit outside of it just for fun) and map out the best route to get me to all of them. I loved seeing all of the different homes and checking out each perspective neighborhood. The possibility of something new was fun. This week, however, the girls and I attended an entirely different type of open house. One where new just doesn’t have the same appeal.
Kindergarten open house — the open house I could not slow time down enough to keep from coming.
I vividly remember attending Story’s kindergarten open house. All of the kids. All of the new things. It was a lot. And she was so small! I admired Lesley for how well she seemed to embrace the new change, and I blissfully lived in my knowledge that Riley would be in preschool forever. At least what seemed like forever. It turns out, forever isn’t actually all that long. When the sign for the open house appeared on the daycare door last week, I knew that time was up. Or rather, I pretended not to see the sign for a week and then finally gave into the fact that time was up.
While I am admittedly far from ready for Riley to begin kindergarten, she is without a doubt ready. She began talking about riding the bus to kindergarten when she was three, assuring me that she would not be scared. When her friend graduated from preschool and left for kindergarten last year, she gladly assumed the identity of one of the oldest kids in preschool and asserted her next-in-line status for the next group to make the transition. Her sentences often start with the phrase, “when I go to kindergarten” (although they rarely end with anything that actually happens in kindergarten). Her academics are right where they need to be, and she is becoming more and more comfortable in social situations.
As we walked around the open house, I don’t know that Riley’s understanding of what kindergarten is became any more real. She, Maddie, and their two friends ran from room to room finding which “playroom” they enjoyed the most. She had no discussions of the academics that would accompany the play. I, on the other hand, scoured the rooms for evidence of academic achievement. I wanted each room to tell me that she would receive the best education possible and would have awesome experiences. Unfortunately, no room can offer you that guarantee. She left wired and excited. I left equally as uncertain as I had been before.
She’s ready. Of that there is no doubt. I just hope I can get there too before August.