I looked at my calendar and figured youngest has only got 6 weeks--actually a little less--left at the daycare. SIX WEEKS!!! And then we're moving him to the after-school program at the elementary school.
Wow. There are going to be some teachers not too happy about that.
Six weeks. My youngest, my baby boy, my little man, is going to be at the big kid school, same as his brother. I officially will be done with daycare forever. Is this really happening??
A moment later, another thought crosses my mind. I'm getting a raise. That's right, a raise. I'm getting to keep $135 each week just for making this switch. This is big! This is HUGE! This beats the raises I've had at my job for the past TWO YEARS!! (Hard to NOT beat $0, I know, but go with me on this.)
I'm not saying I'm not going to be sad seeing my little man join the ranks of school-aged children. I still tickle his little feet to wake him up in the mornings. (To be honest, I still tickle his big brother's feet in the mornings, and he's getting ready to move up to 4th grade! CRAZY! I know, right?!!)
Right now, I'm just trying to brace myself for this change. I'm not the kind of momma who gets sappy about this sort of thing (not a lot anyway), but it's still going to take some getting used to. The time does fly. Another mother waiting at the bus stop yesterday was telling me her son's about to be 23, but she'd do it all over again if she could. The only thing different is she'd have made more time to just enjoy his childhood.
That's something I hear over and over. We're so busy, and even though it's not the new year, I can still resolve to slow down and enjoy my sons while they're still little and living at home.
Smell the roses, girlfriend. Slow down, and smell the roses.
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