The Round Up

It happened. 

My Little went to Kindergarten Round Up. 

I am not sure how it happened so fast.  I stood in that gym 6 years ago watching Brett give the performance of a lifetime when he was in Kindergarten...pregnant with this unexpected blessing.  At that time, Big seemed so...big to us.  And Middle was just 4.  He was little in every sense of the word.  He clung to me until I could no longer hold him with my baby belly.

A month early, we were given one of the three best gifts we'd ever received.  And he looked a little something like this. 

It wasn't long before he was rolling, and crawling all over the place.  By the age of 18 months, this kid had a vocabulary like none of us had ever seen.  He has been small, but mighty since he got his first set of stitches and still wows us with his words all of the time. 

 How we got to this point, I am not sure.  My sweet, little, Little...is now getting Big.  I can almost not stand it.  The tears welled up in my eyes several times yesterday at the thought of letting him go.  I know, I know.  It isn't college.  I know he isn't really "leaving" me.  But he is.  His toddler-hood (my own word) is.  He needs to know how to zip up his coat and tie his shoes.  He needs to be able to write his name and open a milk carton.  He needs to know how to survive in school...without me.  His Momma.  Up until this point, he has needed me for all of those things and now...I have to let him learn.  What will I do when no one needs me?  What will I do? 

Clearly I need a large dose of reality and some cookie dough. 

Little...in Kindergarten.  I don't know if I can do this.  But Mr. Little...I am so proud of you.  I love you with all of my heart and I will eventually loosen my grip.  Ask the other boys.  They'll tell you...I only hold their hand when no one is looking. 

Have a blessed day!
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