Okay, perhaps I’m overreacting here.
He’s not exactly going from crayons to perfume.
(…and if you don’t get that reference, then you are missing out on one of the greatest movies and songs of all time…)
However…
I signed Baby Monkey up for Kindergarten today.
He went back with the teacher to answer questions and hop on one foot with his eyes closed and do all of those other things that, apparently, mean that you are ready for Kindergarten.
I was sure they’d bring him right back out and say, “Um, there must be a mistake. This boy is just a baby! He’s not ready for Kindergarten. Bring him back in a few years, because, clearly, this boy is your baby.”
But, they didn’t.
They brought him back out and said “He did great! What a great kid! Can’t wait to see him here next year!”
And while that brought a rush of pride to my heart, I could also feel a little piece of my heart crack.
Another one of my babies…
Growing up,
Moving on,
Becoming independent of his Mama.
And while I know the job of Mama is to give them wings to fly, and I think I’m doing a pretty darn good job of that, inside, I just want to be with them every second of every day and hug them and kiss them and snuggle them and never let them go.
It’s a tough day for Mama, but a great day, nonetheless.
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