He's graduating from 6th grade in a week or so, turning 12 in a month and off to middle school a short time after that!!
You should have seen me when he graduated from Preschool!!!
I swear it was only 2 years ago that I walked him to his kindergarten class for the first time.
He was so excited he even made his own lunch
He still doesn't like crust.
If you've followed along for a while, you might remember the 21 day challenge I joined in.
If not you can click on the link above and read about my struggles and what my goal was.
Now I'm sorry for this next part. It's going to get a little ugly, not too ugly, just a little.
Really I'm sharing just a sliver to help you understand why I struggle with them growing up.
I had what you could call a "rough" childhood.
I experienced things no child should ever have to.
I learned that sometimes your not even safe at home.
So with that in mind, the thought that my babies are growing up.
That they are venturing out. That there WILL be experiences that I won't be able to protect them from.
The "What ifs" that swirl around my head over 100 mph bouncing off both sides of my skull making it hard to breath.
Turning a simple moment in their lives "Can I ride my bike around the block" into a monumental moment in MY life.
It has made what should be a "bitter sweet moment" much more bitter.
So when I read Lulu's post this morning on "Reflecting on May" I HAD to share it with you.
My son has looked at me the same way.
Looked right into my soul, a look that said, "I'm going to be ok"
Despite my hang ups, my over protecting (and I'm sure the list could go on) I've done a DAMN good job with this guy!!
But I still want to know where the pause button is.