Interrupting the regularly scheduled decor program to talk about some serious life stuff. Is it really August?? As in, the August in which I will send my first-born off to kindergarten?! I know I have whined and complained my way through this summer but seriously how are we only three weeks out from this terrifying day??
My sweet Oliver came 3 weeks early and has been ready to take on the world ever since. He has always been so independent…playing so well alone, making new friends easily, and never scared of much. He has been the dream first child.
The term his teachers at preschool use often about him is inquisitive. He is definitely his father’s child, wanting to know the how’s and what’s about life. He also has a memory that could rival Rainman! But more than his smarts I am so proud of the sweet person he is on the inside. He plays with everyone and loves his buddies so much.
I could cry just thinking about him staring up at his teacher with those big brown eyes storing away all the new information she will teach him. And I will cry the first time he gets on that huge bus which he tells me regularly he WILL be doing. He is not scared and his is ready. Me? Not so much.
I love my little buddy and how he asks to have “lazy days” with me. I will miss seeing him sitting up on our barstools eating his lunch each day and hearing him playing Wipeout on the couch upstairs while Sullivan naps. I will miss his baby voice as it is sure to change this year and I pray that he never learns to correctly pronounce “regular” (reg-e-u-lar) and “mirror” (mir-ri-or).
I know this is just the first of many times I will have to let go a little bit and I am scared at how fast this all really will go. Today I will be waving bye to a school bus, tomorrow I will be pulling out of a dorm parking lot! I can’t believe it’s time…I pray I don’t ugly cry until I am out of his sight.
I will be spending as much time as I can over the next few weeks enjoying having my first little love home with me. I will be ordering his first real book bag and alarm clock. And more than anything I will try to embrace the change that is right around the corner.
My sweet sweet Oliver…