Thursday, May 15, 2008
my little boy jack
This morning Jack told me that there was something serious going on at school... and with the world's saddest little voice proceeded to tell me that I could no longer walk him down from the caf to his class each morning as I have been doing for two years. At first I was like, OK, I understand (I read the detailed note sent home explaining how they are preparing the kindergarten classes for first grade) but boy when we got to school and were waiting for his class to line up for the walk my heart felt like it was being squeezed too tight and I got teary and choked up. Jack was trying so hard not to cry and be a big boy, because I was explaining how this was just preparing him for 'big boy first grade' and that I was so proud of him.
See, Jack transitioned me into the world of being a parent. He was my first, true pure love- we have a bond that no one else has with the other, that of mother and son, first born. My little Jack Bibs.
I am crying as I write this, not for the simple reason of not being able to walk my son to class but because he is on his way to becoming a bona fide KID, of the 'stop cuddling me mom' variety and I am just not ready for it. Jack is my cuddle bug, my little guy, my monkey...
I know I have to step back and let him venture out on his own at some point, but I feel like I just popped this kid out and now he's reading and writing and growing up all fast....
OK, gotta go cry!!