This week was the first week to register Baby Fox for Kindergarten. A few weeks ago, we applied for the lottery for a local Charter school. It's getting real up in here people. My baby is going to Kindergarten. Real school, one that goes 5 days a week, and there is going to be homework.
But let's back up a bit. When I was pregnant, every ounce of his being was attached to me. I gave him food, water, life. I carried him for 38 weeks 5 days.
This is me just before leaving for the hospital. Had to take a shower, of course.
Then a short 9 hours later he was here, he could breath on his own, he no longer needed me for air.
We took him home and he relied on me for food. Which blows my mind, I gave him milk so he wasn't thirsty, I gave him milk so he wasn't hungry, he still needed me.
Then suddenly he was eating food, and didn't need as much milk from me. He stepped a bit further from me.
Then one day he didn't need my milk, yet again a little further away.
He was walking and talking up a storm and finding his little personality, now he could run away if he wanted, luckily he never did ;)
Then he went to pre-school, I didn't cry, but was totally emotional.
Now he's currently in his second year of preschool.
He's starting to read and do math, which blows my mind! This one is just from February he's moved on to just numbers and no pictures...say what?!
He's getting so big, he's going to be taller than me before I know it!
All this to say, that each day he becomes a little more independent. Each day he takes a metaphorical step away from me. I know this is part of parenting and kids growing up, that he's going to grow up and someday leave the nest (Go read Lana's post about her last son leaving the nest)...but I wish I could keep him little. I know there are rough days when I want to throw my hands in the air and say I QUIT! But in reality those moments are short and at the end of the day I want to keep him sweet and innocent. He's my first Baby and registering him for Kindergarten this week is going to kill me. I probably won't shed a tear, but I'll feel sad that he just takes one more step away from me to his own independence.
What I hope for him; is that we give him a good strong foundation. One that is of love, understanding, patience and that he always carries God in his heart. I hope that he continues wants to help others and see the good in others in a world that quite frankly is getting a little scary. I hope that when he becomes an adult he goes out into the world and makes a difference, that he carries The Light where ever he goes.
I know I'm rambling, but things just got real over here, my Baby is starting Kindergarten in 5 months!
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