Twas' the morning before Kindergarten,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
(Oh...Wait...What's that I hear? And does the clock really read 6 a.m.? Guess we better start over)
Twas' the morning before kindergarten and what do I hear?
A five year old jumping from his bed,
A smile ear to ear.
Was off to the bathroom,
Where in the steam we did write,
"Quinn's ready for Kindergarten"
Much to his delight!
He gobbled his pancakes,
Mom cried here and there (ok, I am pregnant)
Then packed up his play clothes
And sweater to wear...
And it's done. After a hearty breakfast of Mickey Mouse pancakes (the irony of this is not lost on us, considering our recent choice in sending our child to a media free school) and crisp Nieman Ranch bacon, our eager man raced us out the door and to the car.
It's been weeks in the coming, and despite being rather concerned about this pending day when the summer began, today you wouldn't have known; He was ready.
We stood dutifully on the playground as he explored each nook and cranny, toppled toys to see what they did, and raced in and out of a sweet wooden play house.
"He'll come back to us any minute," I thought to myself.
"We should stand right here, in case he doesn't find any friends to play with" I continued the inward self torment.
"I wonder if I should have brought a granola bar or a piece of fruit for him, what if he gets hungry before class begins?" Yes, I thought that too.
And then, a bolt of red lightning whizzed past us and every other parent in waiting, followed by a bright orange one. Their names were Quinn and Marcos and they had fast become friends. Jumping, racing, and rampaging through the mess of scared out of their wits parents; they were here to prove us wrong.
Though my husband urged me to move on, to head towards the car. I wasn't going to be the first brave parent to exit the building - no way. Instead we watched as each kindergarten class was quietly swept up by teachers and aids into sweet circles by their doors, every child receiving a personalized smile, and often a hug, from their new leader. Lined up and ready to begin, I realized this was the beginning, and the end.
This was the beginning of the end of my little boy. The sweet, sleep-in, mid-week mornings and cuddles on the couch. The hooky from preschool , impromptu trips to the beach. This was the beginning of the rest of his schooled life. From now until at least 18, he will wake up, on schedule, arrive with his pack, and set about learning to work within the group (and not just with Mom). This is a very tuff day, and a very happy one as well.
We were finally convinced it was time to go. Relishing every moment, and snapping every possible picture, we edged our way out the door as the children behind us chattered and laughed.
I looked at my husband as tears began to fill the edges of my eyes. This was it, this was the separation.
"GOODBYE MOM, I LOVE YOU!" came a very familiar little voice from behind me. And I had to turn back for one last kiss.
Mouse in the Pantry Pancakes:
1 cup all purpose flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 tablespoon sugar
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs, slightly beaten
1 cup vanilla yogurt
1 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/4 cup vegetable oil or melted butter
Combine all dry ingredients in one large bowl. Stir to combine. In a second medium bowl combine all wet ingredients, whisking to combine. Whisk wet mixture into dry ingredients thoroughly.
Heat griddle to medium-hot. Lightly oil and scoop 1/3 cup of batter at a time onto griddle. Alternately make one large pancake with two smaller cakes attached as ears (for your mouse). Cook on one side until edges begin to bubble. Flip and cook an additional couple of minutes.
Serve with pure maple syrup and cranberries for eyes.
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