What a day!

Today was Will's last day of preschool. It was pretty momentous for me, but it seemed like he was just kind of like, "well, okay. Now for kindergarten." I will miss his teachers because they have done a fantastic job with him. We're enrolling Adelaide at the "Mother's Day Out" at Crosspoint next year because it is such an awesome program. I can't imagine anywhere else that a child would come home explaining Picasso's blue period and how "Mr. Vivaldi" wrote music about the seasons (noting that he recognized it from Baby Einstein videos) and still just have fun. It was great and I am so glad we found it.

Will has made great strides in maturity level over the last month. I have noticed it, Ben has noticed it, and his teachers REALLY noticed it. He got a happy face every day at school during May, which was really great for him. As a reward, we took him to a "Build-a-bear" knockoff called Wacky Bear in the Mall of Louisiana. He'd been asking for AGES to do that, so this was his big reward for doing so incredibly well over the last few weeks. I was ready to just feel like I was getting totally ripped off, but it was actually a fun experience. Ben took Adelaide so that I could pay total attention to Will, and we had a good time. He picked out his bear, and then the worker at the store stuffed it--but he let Will help. Will pressed the pedal that activated the stuffing mechanism, then he let will put the blinking "heart" inside the bear (The worker placed it so it was in the right place.) We got to name him (as creative as Will is, you'd think he'd have been more inventive than "Wacky"...but whatever...) and make a "birth certificate." Then Will picked out clothes for the bear. We got out of there for under $30, so I felt pretty good about the experience.

After that, Will was very serious about doting on Wacky. He carried him around like we carry Adelaide (do you think I'll need to make a "bear sling" for Wacky?) and was very contientious about where he put him. In fact, when Ben was taking Will to potty before we left to come home, I offered to hold Wacky while they went to the facilities. Will was actually skeptical -- he was like, "Mommy, take good care of him!" As I'm walking Adelaide in the stroller over to the Aveda store to browse, I answer him with, "Will, I can take care of a baby, I think I can take care of your bear." I then turn back the way I'm headed and promptly walk the stroller directly into a glass wall. Luckily, Will didn't see that or he probably would have done his bathroom business right there, he was being so OCD about the bear. It was cute, though. (Oh, and the baby -- and the glass wall -- are no worse for the wear.) He's sleeping with him now.

What a juxtiposition -- my big boy, maturing, leaving preschool behind, snuggled up with a teddy bear in bed. I love it, though. I am glad that my child is learning to mature, make good decisions, and be a helper, but that he is none to ready to leave childhood behind. I really do cherish these moments. The way God has blessed our family this year is incredible, and when I see my firstborn hold out his arms for me to hug him and tuck him into his Buzz Lightyear sheets, I feel it so acutely -- that love, that happiness, that true contentment that is permeating my life right now. I embrace it.