Let them be little

First off, I'm a terrible blogger. Life gets a little hectic and the first 2 things to go are blogging and running. Why is that?? What is probably my two best forms of therapy are the first things I give up when I get stressed. Enough about that, the real reason for this post is to share a milestone that  happened around our house this past month.

On June 10, 2011 my baby, my first-born little bundle of words and questions graduated from pre-school....FINALLY! I know, I know most moms would be sobbing and trying to hold on to those last few moments of the "pre-school" years with all their might. But, that's just not me. As I was sitting in the playground at Caden's pre-school waiting on the graduation to start a drama queen mommy came and sat down next to me. She was all tears and "I can't believe my baby is going to Kindergarten! Kindergarten!!! It's so scary! I need more Kleenex!" Geez, lady save some of it for HS graduation OK? and no I don't have any Kleenex, now suck it up it's only Kindergarten it's not like they are going off to war. I wish I had a good explanation for my lack of tear stained Kleenex as my baby belted out some cutesy songs about school, but I don't. Do I want to capture every sweet moment of his innocent years in a bottle and peek in from time to time to remember him as he was, absolutely. Do I wish he would think his mommy is the Queen of Everything for the rest of his life? uhhh, yea. But I also know that Caden has been wise beyond his years, and sometimes beyond mine and Josh's, since he started talking at 9 months old and kindergarten's got nothin' on him. He will still me my little walking/talking dictionary who sees the world in a way too few of us are honored to see it in and he will still love his mommy. Plus, now I get to have the best lunch date in the world at least once a week.