13 Aug Circle time
I suppose every action we take is one of two things: a tradition or a moment.
I sat in circle time this morning. For the last time. Sebastian is graduating from preschool today at 6pm. Silverspot has been home to us for almost 3 years.
One of the mom’s looked at me during the circle time. A look. I started sobbing. Calvin, 3, leaned against me and just cuddled me. Moms across the room nodded and held my gaze. Sebastian sat on my lap holding my hands really tight.
Sebastian. Well, that was interesting. From the moment he was born he has not really ‘needed’ me. When we go into a new environment, he has always just said, “bye mom.”
Today. He wouldn’t let me leave. “Momma Play.” So I played. “Momma, circle time.” So I circled timed. He cried and clung to me in ways he has never done. Talking to me in a baby talk he hasn’t used since he began talking in sentences. Which was about 3 days after he learned to say “dah-dah” and roar like a lion.
I guess the time just passed by like a Brisbane night wind. We had all this tradition. Making lunch, walking down the hill, the cubbies, the art.. all this… tradition.
We are both a little unnerved I think. Regressing back to the time he was a baby. He sat on my lap and leaned back and asked me to hold him like a baby. I teared up. He spoke in one-word sentences. I cooed. He wouldn’t let me leave.
Then he went to sit on the couch and read a book by himself. He wouldn’t say goodbye. Wouldn’t look at me. Just read a book.
I walked away. Mom’s grabbing me on the hand as I walked out. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I wonder why it is always at the end of things that we realize the true impact of them. When we are in it, the clock gets in our way, we hurry.. we rush… we blur.
I arrived home unable to work today. So, I moved a bookcase, packed up for our graduation trip and, well, cried a lot.
I painted IN IT behind the bookcase before I screwed it to the wall.
I’ll miss that preschool.  I’m excited to find Sebastian’s favorite toy mouse behind the bookcase.. missing for the last two years.   Along with a Lego head and the picture of some intestines. Oh the pieces of our life that get lost in the nooks and crannies.
I’m a lucky girl. Sad today, a bit snotty, and lucky.
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