Little man went to school today. Well its playschool in a
more regular and formalized manner than he’s done before. He is just shy of 2
years and 6 months. Why so early? He wanted to be out where he was hearing
other children play. He’d go to the gate every time the play was especially
loud and ask to be let out in his special language (He can’t really talk but we
understand each other well enough). After about a month of that his daddy and I
got the point. We figured that worst case scenario would be that he doesn't
like it and he could always come back home seeing that the school is literally
next door.
Well the point of this little write up is that its official,
little man is going to school and I miss his noise terribly! There’s no one to
alert me that baby is awake. No one to help me blend smoothies and fruit shakes
by gleefully dropping the fruits into the blender. No one trying to ride the
dog… the morning is quiet. I miss my little man. I think this is one of the
hardest things about being a mom, when the baby grows faster than you are
willing to let him… which is all the time, but milestones like these make it
all too obvious, they are growing, and there’s nothing you can do to stop this
growth as it inevitably leads to their moving out of home… before I turn into a
teary momma wailing for her baby to stay home, I’m off to do something mummy
like and productive… like I don’t know, bake cookies for him to carry to school
tomorrow.
Meanwhile, thank God I stumbled onto this. I'm not crazy :)
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