In less than a week my oldest son will start Kindergarten. He will go for a half day, B & I will get to join him. He will be assigned a day for testing and will only go that day until his first official full day on the 17th. I'm grateful for the transition, not only for him but for me too! I have to be honest, I cried this past Sunday night. For my own selfish reasons. And he comforted me, my sweet boy. Is it wrong that I am going to miss whom I consider my best friend? (can you have a 5 1/2 year old as a best friend when you're well into your late 20s?) We have spent every day together for the past 2,125 days. For many of those days it was just the two of us. He has taught me so much about life. He has reminded me of the innocence of childhood. He has tested my patience, given me mini heart attacks, and driven me crazy with endless questions. Yet I have enjoyed every second of it.
The days are going to be quieter when he's away. His little brother and I are both going to be lost without his constant entertainment. However, I have to remind myself that this is the opportunity for B and I to bond, get to know one another better, and form our own one on one memories.
B started back at pre-school after a month long hiatus. He's in the "big kid" class now that is filled with 3-4 year olds. While he is there, it has opened a window for Mom and C time. Our time just the two of us again. Tuesday we did boring old grocery shopping in which he talked me into getting a big box of Little Debbie oatmeal creme cookies. Today we went to the Army museum on post. It's like the old days, but he's older, wiser, and more mature.
As sappy as I'm being, I am excited for him in his new life chapter. I loved school, specifically elementary, and I hope he does too! He's going to flourish and experience so many fun and exciting times ahead.
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