In a week my son starts pre-K. The time is right — Felix says he wants more friends, that he’s a “big boy,” ready for school. He’s bored being home with Daddy all the time, and what can I say? I’m tired of figuring out how we’re going to spend our time together, too.
For the past four years we’ve passed the majority of each weekday in one another’s company, and we’re both lonely for peers and also just in need of a change. It’s become a little claustrophobic around here! This summer it seemed like we spent more of our time trying to figure out what to do then actually doing anything. “Want to go to the playground?” I’d ask.
“No, I’m tired of that,” he’d tell me. “How about we play with my Toy Story guys?”
“No, I need to get out of the house. Let’s go to the park.”
“The park’s boring.”
We would end up whining at one another, like an old married couple unhappily stuck in their ways. And so we did a lot of chores together, and ran errands — you know, the things that two compulsive neatniks enjoy. But throughout I got the sense that we were biding time, each of us craving independence, space away from the other.
And now that school is finally on the horizon, I’ve been thinking back over the past four years and realizing that there are a lot of things about our time together that I’m going to miss, moments that I’ll replay when I think back to Felix’s childhood. Here are a few of the highlights…