I wish that was the case today when I dropped Ian off at his first day of Preschool. Instead my little boy ran straight into the classroom, and it was me who had to ask "Where's my hug and kiss?"
I've known that my little boy was getting to this point. I've known he's been ready for preschool for some time now, its just the idea that if I accept this, then that means he's getting older, and sometimes I don't want to embrace that. I want him to forever be in my arms and protected from all that life will throw at him.
I'd say "acknowledgement time" first approached when we were out shopping for school clothes the other day. I was looking for size 5T long sleeve T-shirts, because that's what he is, a Toddler. Well that day my little boy was shoved out of the Toddler T's and into the regular sizes, and into his first XS.
So today, I dropped him off. Willie asked me how I held up. Well of course on our way there, I reminisced. I remembered driving to the hospital with Willie and my Cousin Courtney listening to Luciano Pavoratti, and begging Willie to take the bumps slower.
I remember his first diaper change, the most hysterical moment in the hospital all caught on film ready to embarrass him when he's going on his first date, or to the prom.
I remember his first fall down the flight of stairs at our house in Pueblo, and seeing him teetering on the edge of those stairs totally oblivious to the fall, and me freaking out for the next 2 hours crying hysterically while he giggled and played like nothing had ever happened.
The toy that he'd crawl too and drop the ball down and dance and make the funniest little goofy face.
How he'd say ditty and Hadem Momma instead of Kitty and Love You Momma.
Gosh I could just continue and continue, and it was so nice to have that moment, before he took off and left me ha ha. I don't feel bad that he did that or my feelings hurt, I look at it as a kudos to myself in giving him the self security and trust to know I would never leave him somewhere he wasn't safe.
So today, my little chunko started preschool. I didn't cry then, but unfortunately I'm teary now. Oh well. . lol I still have Lexi to go too.
Ian with the school bag that we decorated for him
Ian just born
Where did the time go?
That last question is just something that depressed me more and more, because I know I'll be saying that for many years to come :(