My baby(he hates that I’m sure) is 11 years and nearly 7 months old, and it amazes me all the time how fast he is growing up. As he is the last I’m often in no hurry for him to be grown. My girls I nudged and rushed along, roll over, crawl, walk, talk, potty train, etc……….and look where that got me…they are now 16 and quite wonderful young women.
With Nick I’ve let it more more at his pace, and of course he was just as quick. Nick is a very bright inquisitive child, he’s deep and introspective in ways my girls have never been. It’s not that they are callus, but they aren’t as concerned with how other people”feel” as Nick is. He has great compassion.
So yesterday as he dressed and I drove him off to begin 6th grade, and his 8th year, at St Teresa Catholic School, I felt happy and sad. Nick had a wonderful first day, came home telling me of his schedule and his friends and what they are going to be doing this year. He changes classes and has even more teachers than last year.
I’m enjoying a quiet home………….but I miss my little man………just a little.