Leanne broke her leg.
I fell off my bike and scraped up my face.
Melanie’s mom worked at the Hello Kitty store and always gave us extra toys taped to our bags.
I graduated from a Big Wheel to a real bike; a sparkly red Schwinn.
I sat second row in the class photo.
When I was student of the week, my life-size paper doll wore a pink skirt.
The “Cherry Drop” was the scariest stunt one could pull on the bars at recess.
I got Moppet’s Secret Dollhouse for Christmas.
Melanie, Leanne, Tami and Kelly are currently on a Facebook friends list, and were present for many of these experiences.
You know why?
Because we were all in kindergarten together, and these are some of my memories.
Kindergarten is the start of my earliest “real” memories; the things that don’t necessarily have a photo to trigger it. The memories that are just there, and sometimes rise up, unbidden, from my mind.
Jamie and I have Max’s kindergarten registration this afternoon.
Max is going to start, come September, Kindergarten. He’ll be making those friends and memories that he’ll have for always.
There is absolutely no denying that he isn’t a baby any more. He’s a full-fledged kid. I’ve said it a thousand times before, but now? It’s clear to the world. It isn’t about comparing him now to him at 18 months… it’s about the whole world looking at him and seeing a 5 year old boy.
A boy who loves Lego and Star Wars and Angry Birds. He won’t look at board books, because they’re “for babies” and instead reads himself to bed at night, and he and his Daddy are reading The Boxcar Children books out loud together. He has strong opinions and isn’t afraid to share them. He makes up and sings songs constantly, and would be happy to spend the rest of his life eating quesadillas, tomatoes, waffles and fruit snacks.
As I plan his upcoming (Star Wars, of course) 5th birthday party, I think back to my own, at the Golden Skate roller rink in San Ramon, and the thrill I felt when my name and “Happy 5th Birthday Elizabeth!” flashed across the big marquee over the rink. I am taken back to the rented orange-wheeled skates, the paisley print carpet and the western-themed party room.
We’re officially making lifetime memories now, with Max. We’re creating the stories he’ll tell his kids someday, and it’s a little bit scary, all that responsibility for his childhood memories!
I’d love to hear your kindergarten memories too!