Today, another chapter closes...preschool is over for my little guy. Wow. When did that happen? I remembering labor and delivery like it was yesterday. I remember having the family sneak him into the SICU floor at the hospital when I passed out and got admitted. I remember those gigantic cheeks and Uncle Pauly hair. I remember his little hand in mine as he watched his brother go off to kindergarten. I remember his little hand hold his newborn sister's hand after she was born. I remember taking him to the first day of preschool. I remember him telling me the first time that he wanted to decide what he would wear. I remember him getting excited about show-and-tell days. And I will remember this day as a huge step for both of us.
Little man is my peaceful child. My strong thinker and compassionate soul. He has this twinkle in his eye and this smile that lights up the room. He is the one that climbs up in my lap and rests his head on my chest, even though he has the whole rest of the couch available. He is the one that will blink away the tears when he is hurt but will forgive you in a moment's notice. He is the one that runs to the door when he hears my keys and makes me bend down and kisses my cheek and says how much he's missed me that day. I know these days are probably limited but I will cherish them.
I'm so proud of him. He's still shy and quiet, but he's strong and bold. My little guy, becoming such a big guy...so proud of all the things he's done and the ways he's grown, even in just these past few weeks. Kindergarten...((sigh))...he's on his way...whether I'm ready or not. :)
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