Today was the annual Mother's Day breakfast at Ezra's preschool. I realized that next year, I'll be attending it with Ike. But not with Ezra, ever again.
For September, he's offically enrolled in kindergarten at the public school, and he's very excited. He'll ride the bus with Noah and go to school with Noah and be a big kid like Noah.
(And to kiss all the new ladiezz' hands, like a long-lashed, angel-faced BOSS.)
It'll be interesting to see how the transition from Montessori to traditional education goes (especially since our elementary school — while absolutely wonderful in so many ways — can sometimes feel like an overcrowded pressure cooker), but there's no denying that Montessori has been absolutely amazing for him. Every brochure-type promise of a confident, independent and thriving learner has been fulfilled, and then some.
In addition to his name, he can also spell "MOM" and "IKE" and writes me daily notes that read "PIK SK I PP MZA TEE."
"That says I love you so much," he translates. "See the heart?"
(This is what Noah's teachers would describe as "risk-taking in expressive writing," which is something they are forever trying to encourage him to do more of — to just try, to make mistakes, instead of always worrying about being right.)
He also learned to write a few letters in cursive, and for some reason became so taken with the lowercase cursive e that he decided to add it to his name: E Z R A e.
(Do you see it? Do you just want to die? Probably not. BUT I DO.)
I get the feeling his public school teacher might not find this as charming and "whatever goes, maaan" as we do, so we've been trying to prepare him for saying goodbye to the cursive e in kindergarten. (I know they get kind of down on Montessori — we let the Early Intervention people scare us off from it with Noah's first year of preschool, which: Jesus Christ, HUGE MISTAKE — but honestly Ezra's academic and social skills are totally right where they're supposed to be, if not beyond. SO THERE.) We don't tell him that it's wrong, just that's it's...preschool. It's the preschool spelling. Kindergarten will be a little different. Not better, not more correct, just different. Cursive will come back later, and he'll already know it! Won't that be fun!
He seems okay with that. Much like he seems okay with most things you throw at him. He's pretty chill and flexible in general.
Must have been all the after-school yoga.
Or the fact that he's just still, you know...