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Next week is his last at the preschool we’ve loved so much. The preschool that saved my sanity by helping me navigate through years 2-4 of parenting, a stage of development that felt like it was never going to end. But it has ended, and suddenly our four-year-old who would meltdown at the drop of a hat has transformed into a five-year-old who tells stories and asks for hugs and regularly surprises with his conscientiousness and desire to fill people’s buckets.
We haven’t talked yet about how he isn’t going to be going to the same school as his best friend anymore. We’re packing up the house right now, and where we live next won’t be that much farther from his best friend’s house in driving distance, but these two have an incredibly deep bond that won’t ever be the same after they start into different school systems for kindergarten. T1 has never napped well at school, and last week he shared that it’s because he’s worried he will be too groggy to get a seat next to his best friend when they get up from their mats and move to snack time. So he rests on his mat for two full hours, forcing himself to stay away for what comes next. That’s love right there.