The five year old entered the gaping maw of the state this week -- that is, he made his first trip to Kindergarten in a public school. One minute, he was standing beside my wife and I, the next he had bounded up the steps onto the bus with one of his pals from preschool.
My wife and I will occasionally gently rebuke one another in what I think is a fairly typical way -- I sometimes think she errs on the side of coddling our son too much, and she thinks I push him too hard. These are fairly minor disputes -- gentle reminders that he's "already five" or "just five" years old. It's all in the eye of the beholder.
But seeing him scamper onto the bus, entering the world of all day school, buying his milk in the cafeteria, negotiating recess and gym class, having the first entries made on his "permanent record," I couldn't help but feel that he's too little for all this, that he's "just five," after all.
I called him in the afternoon to see how he made out. "How was school?" I asked. "Oh, it's great!" he said, with real enthusiasm.
He's already five, after all...Posted by Ideofact at September 9, 2004 11:58 PM