Thursday, September 2, 2010
Five years later...
Trevor made the front page of the newspaper the first day of kindergarten. I was thinking about it this morning after reading about a lot of you "mom's" watching your babies go off into the big world for the first time. He was a little boy. Had just turned five. And going to an all-day kindergarten. To be truthful, it was gut-wrenching hard. You simply miss them with you. You wish you could be the one that taught them everything in life. And in some ways, you still do. But. They go. Their worlds expand. They learn reading, writing and 'rithmatic. They learn to get along. They learn about naughty kids. They make new friendships. And they learn that home looks very sweet in the afternoon.
My 'little boy' is now 10. The top of his head reaches my collar bone and he's growing by leaps and bounds. I loved him at five. In fact, looking at this picture, I miss that little five-year old. But I love him moreso at 10. And will love him at 15, 20, 25, 30 and all the years in between.
The ordinary days really aren't ordinary. These souls we are entrusted with are growing and changing before our eyes. The little time we have with them is short. Priceless. And ours for now.