Same ol' Same ol'. Four kids, the same preschool. The same Robbin's Nest song on the plywood stage with little white hats.
Its hard to get excited and choked up about these events now that its the 4th child going through it. I'm sure once its Eleanor I will be choked up since its my last preschooler, but for now I am excited for Alexander. We all celebrate and take pictures - but its not like my first graduating preschool. I imagine the comparison is much like being pregnant for the first time and for the 4th time; you are excited to bring a new life into this world, but the joy of seeing your expanding belly isn't as exciting the 3rd, 4th or 5th time around.
But Alexander has always kept us on his toes. I remember a time when he was 2 years old and in trouble for being rude. He told me he was cute and therefore couldn't get into trouble. He has always turned on the charm to get what he wants.
I took Alexander out of preschool when the older kids were done with school for the summer. So he hasn't had a chance to rehearse the walking onto stage, singing the two songs, and proclaiming "what I want to be when I grow up." Now you all know my excuses for his inexcusable behavior.
The procession in went smoothly, followed by the two songs - Eleanor ran up to stage and enthusiastically announced, "you did it, Xander, good job!". All the other parents gave a good chuckles and she went back to her seat to watch the rest like a good child. I was feeling pretty proud of myself at this point, smug even -- 4 kids all sitting independently of me, but behaving well during the graduation and not being rude or disruptive.
Until . . . . Alexander received his certificate and walked to the microphone to proclaim "When I grow up I want to be . . . . NOTHING!" Nothing?! Really?! And of course all those other parents celebrating their first child's graduation did not have my back. They chuckled and giggled and thought he was cute. Thanks for nothing parents. I wanted some stink eye or other negative reaction to keep this class-clown in check. Ugh! So he shuffled off stage slowly doing the slow mini-walk you do when playing Mother's May I. All the while more parents giggled.
I used to blame Robbin's Nest for his audacious behavior. But it occurs to me that it must be just who he is. The 4th child who is not content to be number 4. He must stand out, even though he is brother number 3.
I am planning lots of visits to the principal's office next year.