Alan Can Whistle!

Tonight is Alan's preschool graduation program. It starts at 7 which seems kind of late when you're dealing with preschoolers/rising kindergartners. But I'm not complaining. We get cake afterward.

I bet I cry.

Alan is anxious for kindergarten to start. He's been not wanting to go to preschool for the last week or so. I think he's just been ready to move on. I'm not sure I'm so ready. I'm not used to a public kindergarten school. Julia went to that private, Christian, small and gentle, 10 students in the class kindergarten. Holly did it at home with me. Both of them had small and gentle first grade classes, too. No bus riding. No long days away from home.

So of course I wonder if I'm somehow shortchanging Alan in this whole kindergarten thing.

Then again... he can whistle. Not just one note, but the beginning of a tune. And he's got 2 sisters to watch out for him on the bus and up the street. And he's been aching for real friends for months. So I'm pretty sure he'll be fine.

And until he gets on the bus in August I'll just savor the little boy he is now... and cry as we say goodbye to the small and gentle preschool.