My Real Life

May 10, 2011


Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 7:40 am

Last night was Baby Monkey’s last celebration (concert) at nursery school.

Bittersweet feels like such a cliche term, but I honestly can’t think of a better term to describe it.

He did great.

He sat in his seat and sang the songs and did the motions and was the perfect little Pre-K performer.

And it made me sad.

Which is ridiculous.

And I know it.


The fact that he sat still and did what he was supposed to do, and afterward even commented to his teachers that he knew not to do anything silly during the concert signifies a maturation since his last concert in December.

It shows that my little baby is truly growing up.

He’s ready to move on to Kindergarten and leave baby things behind.

And it makes me want to weep and wail and rend my clothes and throw myself in front of a bus.

Because he’s a baby.

He’s my baby.

Having a new baby doesn’t make him any less my baby than having him made Monkey in the Middle any less my baby, or sharing shoes with Monkey Girl and having her be almost as tall as me makes her any less my baby.

I’m all about giving them wings so they can fly, but it just feels too soon.

And, isn’t that the way of motherhood?

For 3 years I’ve wanted this kid to sit still and sing the songs and do the motions.

When he finally does, it rips out my heart.

Let this serve as a warning to you…

Pre-K graduation ain’t gonna be pretty.

1 Comment »

  1. So so true! We wish them more mature and more independent, then are blindsided when it happens. I so appreciate this whole post!

    Comment by Stacey Maisch — May 10, 2011 @ 8:26 am | Reply

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