Wet and Fuzzy.

by Risa Green


The preschool that my children have gone to is awesome. It’s this super-mellow, down-to-earth, developmental haven, which is not an easy thing to find in Los Angeles. I’ve been bringing one or the other of my kids there for seven years now, and in a few short weeks, my son is graduating. For me, it’s the end of an era.


In a lot of ways, I feel like I’ve grown up in my kids’ preschool. I started as a neurotic, first time mom in mommy and me, then watched (in horror) as my daughter transitioned to staying at school without me. And the next year, I started all over again with my son, this time as a seasoned veteran. My daughter soon graduated, and I went on to become one of those harried, crazed preschool moms with an older kid in elementary school, trying to straddle two worlds at once and not doing a very good job in either of them. And now, finally, here I am, about to become a mom of a preschooler no longer, but rather a mom of two school-aged children. How did that happen? When did I get so old? Where has all of the time gone?


My son Noah turns five on Monday, his preschool graduation is June 25th and he starts Kindergarten on August 31st. So, essentially I feel like I will spend the better part of the next three months trying to keep myself from crying too much in public. (Risa, didn't you say you were sentimental when it comes to transitions and milestones? So am I.) I recently heard the following quote about parenthood: "The days are long but the years are short." Despite all the major milestones up to this point, there is something about your baby going off to school that makes you realize he is not a baby any more. Pass the Kleenex...


so sweet! Preschoolers are so lovely. I have one more year with a kid in preschool and am savoring it. I agree with you- not the same once they go to Kindergarten.