How the Time Flies

It's done. His first day will be over in 20 minutes and I am both proud and anxious, exhausted and happy for him. Kindergarten for him was a big deal and he's passed with flying colors. His mom and I on the other hand...

I was okay for his first day. I was prepared for today. Last night, on the other hand, I lost it...I was a mess. I spent some time alone with him putting him down finally for sleep when memories of him in my arms as an infant and toddler, swaying him to sleep, caring for him when he would throw up in bed as a baby, checking in on him, teaching him songs and making him laugh in the car.

His Mama was a mess today after we dropped him off. In the car driving away from the school and at Starbucks over coffee and chocolate croissants. Time has certainly flown by way too fast for us.

He's ready. We know he is. We're pretty proud of the job we've done to bring him up properly the past four years. He's bright, inquisitive, has a great sense of humor and sense of self, he's caring and loving and very much the young man we're hoping he will be.

In a few minutes, he'll be done with his first day and I can't wait to get off for lunch to see him and ask him how his day went. Papa and Grandma will be there with the wife to greet him and I know he'll have so much to say, but won't tell us too much.

I want so much for him to stay a little boy, but know that time does not stop for anybody and I just have to grow right along with him. It hurts to know that I can't protect him and shield him like I used to. He's learning independence and he needs to learn it. I know in time I'll eventually drop my guard. The one thing I can trust though is that he will always and forever be my son and my best bud and I couldn't ask for more, nor would I want to.