Sambam has officially graduated preschool and I’m all %@%$^@$%&@$ about it.

See, she was meant to have two years of preschool.  I like the idea of her having that extra year of childhood, plus she’s literally on the cut-off date as far as birthdays goes for entering the Kindergarten.  Literally.  She has to turn 5 by August 30, 2016.  Her 5th birthday IS August 30, 2016.  So it’s not much exaggeration to say she’ll be the youngest in her class going into kindergarten.  I really wanted her to be on the opposite end of that spectrum.  Newly 6, two years of preschool under her belt, ready to go.

But not my kid.  No.  She’s already learned everything the preschool has to teach her and if I hold her back, I’ll literally be holding her back, and she’ll be bored out of her mind.

So off to Kindergarten she goes in the fall, whether I like it or not.

I even tried to argue she wasn’t mature enough for it, but her teacher presented some pretty compelling evidence that she really really is ready.  So don’t mind me, I’m just going to sob over my baby growing up.

Because that’s what this is.  All my arguments over her age, I just don’t want to face the facts that she is fully and wholly old enough, mature enough, and smart enough for this next step.

My baby went and grew up, with or without my permission.