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On the Last Day of Preschool

On the last day of preschool

I forgot to take your picture.

But it’s okay

since you swiped my phone

and took 31 selfies

when I went upstairs

to brush my teeth.

 

On the last day of preschool

I drove myself to Starbucks

ordered an iced white mocha

and read a professional teaching book

for over two hours.

 

On the last day of preschool

I exercised in the middle of the day

because my hand

and wrist

and shoulder

hurt too much

for me to sit and write.

And I don’t know when

I’ll have the chance

to do that for a LONG time.

 

On the last day of preschool

I ate my lunch

and devoured popcorn

for dessert

because you weren’t watching.

 

On the last day of preschool

I gathered your rest mat

and change of clothes

and bathing suit

and wet towel

and loaded them in the car.

And even though everything

needs to be washed

it can wait ’till tomorrow.

 

On the last day of preschool

I held your hand

when we ambled to the car.

I wondered if

you will hold my hand

on the next

last-day-of-preschool

a year from now.

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29 thoughts on “On the Last Day of Preschool

    1. And most days, she’ll double- and triple-squeeze my hand as we walk. There’s something so precious about those little squeezes that makes me want to freeze time. {Sigh.} But I can’t.

  1. I connect to that mommy guilt of not getting last day pictures. After missing them in preschool and kindergarten, I decided that as long as I had a first day each year….I would hold off until the last day of HS! I did…it reduced my mommy guilt – and GUESS WHAT – nobody cared but me!

    1. I’m actually kind of pleased with myself. Initially it was mommy guilt, but then I thought about it and thought life was too short to feel guilty over this. I used Moldiv to write “Last Day of School 2015” on one of her selfies. That felt kinda gratifying!

  2. 31 selfies?!?! Hahaha! I love that!! I love the celebration of the momentous and the ordinary and how seamlessly they intertwine. Such a poignant way to remember the last day of preschool! Thank you for sharing!

  3. I love that address this is to Isabelle. My favorite stanza is what comes last as you consider what it means for your little girl to grow more independent. Challenges ahead, my friend.

  4. Your story comes through the poetic form. I can see you on that last day of preschool. So wonderful how you are saving these moments for Isabelle.

  5. Yes, changes are inevitable, but not always bad. I am sure that Isabelle will hold your hand next year on the last day of preschool. But even if she doesn’t, she knows it is there whenever she needs it.

  6. This gets me at the end! I wonder. They change so quickly don’t they? I love how the feeling of this post arced so fluidly. It was real and then, I don’t know, humbling I think. I’m looking forward to preschool summer camp myself where I’ll have two hours to do something -ANYTHING- during the day by myself for the first time in months! My bet is she holds your hand more than you’ll expect her too next year.

  7. Wow Stacey, this is so beautifully written. I didn’t see that last part coming, just jumped right out and grabbed my heart and gave it a little squeeze. Loved the 32 selfies too. I had a good old giggle. Thanks so much. 🙂

  8. Stacey, I love the way you captured these small moments from this day. Isabella will treasure these posts when she’s older. Have lots of fun together this summer. Four is a wonderful age!

  9. That Mom time when no one is around is so luxurious and rare! Sounds like you made the most of Isabelle’s last day of preschool. I also love that she took 31 selfies! Hysterical!

  10. Love your repeating line and these words: “I held your hand when we ambled to the car.” That word amble is a wonderful word and just perfect for kicking off the leisurely days of summer. Hopefully, you’ll have some days to trade off with a friend during the summer. My good friend and I alternated days each week having Camp Mona and Camp Joanie at our homes. That was a long time ago, more than 25 years ago. Wish I had been a slicer then!

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