I copied this from a blog I love (positivelysplendid.com) and thought she worded my feelings today so much better than I could myself. I just switched it around to suit my little Keyton
He came into our lives on January 12, 2006
At precisely 11:49 p.m., I became the mother of a bouncing baby boy.
At precisely 8:25 a.m. this morning, that same boy embarked on his first step of many in spreading his wings to ultimately leave our little nest:
He's starting kindergarten.
Where has the time gone?
It's been devoted to the bleary-eyed days I thought would never end just after we brought him home, rocking and nursing and watching around the clock.
It's been given to the days of coaxing and encouraging him through those early milestones - rolling, crawling, walking - and meticulously documenting every single one.
To the days we never got out of our pajamas, building blanket forts in the living room and reading his same favorite books over and over and over again.
To the days when his accomplishments made me immensely proud - amazed, even - and to the ones when his antics made me want to abandon ship the moment Daddy got home from work.
To the days, even just last night, when he asked me to snuggle with him at bedtime, and he reached out his hand to tickle my back while we both closed our eyes.
I never used to understand the mothers who went into mourning over seemingly small events like a first day of kindergarten. I am not an overly sentimental person. Truly. But motherhood - oh how it changes things.
For five sweet years, he has been all mine.
And now slowly, surely - in incremental steps that would be imperceptible to all but a mother's heart - I'll begin the bittersweet process of letting him test the foundation I've been diligently laying for him since that January night when he was first placed in my arms.
At precisely 8:25 a.m. this morning, that same boy embarked on his first step of many in spreading his wings to ultimately leave our little nest:
He's starting kindergarten.
Where has the time gone?
It's been devoted to the bleary-eyed days I thought would never end just after we brought him home, rocking and nursing and watching around the clock.
It's been given to the days of coaxing and encouraging him through those early milestones - rolling, crawling, walking - and meticulously documenting every single one.
To the days we never got out of our pajamas, building blanket forts in the living room and reading his same favorite books over and over and over again.
To the days when his accomplishments made me immensely proud - amazed, even - and to the ones when his antics made me want to abandon ship the moment Daddy got home from work.
To the days, even just last night, when he asked me to snuggle with him at bedtime, and he reached out his hand to tickle my back while we both closed our eyes.
I never used to understand the mothers who went into mourning over seemingly small events like a first day of kindergarten. I am not an overly sentimental person. Truly. But motherhood - oh how it changes things.
For five sweet years, he has been all mine.
And now slowly, surely - in incremental steps that would be imperceptible to all but a mother's heart - I'll begin the bittersweet process of letting him test the foundation I've been diligently laying for him since that January night when he was first placed in my arms.
I love you Keyton and look forward to seeing you step off that bus today!
4 comments:
Oh that makes me cry! I was thinking of you the day school started. :( He looks soo darn cute and grown up.
Well said! He looked so cute in those pictures! I can't believe he is that big! Hope you didn't cry too much :)
Well the crying comes from me. Of course I cried the day you went to kindergarten. I cried the day Keyton did and I cried reading about it.
Love it! Stole it and put on my blog. Your boys are so stinkin cute!
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