When you’re expecting everyone who have already journeyed your steps tells of how quickly they will grow up. Of course you understand this ideology, or at least you have an understanding of it. Until you experience that moment you can not actually relate. With my lad starting preschool tomorrow I have been reflecting on how quickly he grew up. The frailty of your place in life is quickly becoming apparent, Sure you can be naive and figure he will always need his father and mother. Truth be told though, everyday he becomes more and more independant and more his own person. Sooner rather than later he will no longer be my little guy, he will be looking forward to seeing his newly made friends. No longer will he have the desire to sit with me in my chair and snuggle into me while watching a show. No longer will he want to play pretend with me foam sword and shield in hand while I chase him with a oversized T-rex toy. No longer will he enjoy being my weight bench, wanting to do exercise with me, nor will he like being pushed in the stroller for a jog.
I keep my strong face on, adamantly saying how I’m just relieved I’ve sustained another life for almost four years. Yet deep down inside, when I’m being most honest with myself, I wish he would just slow down with this whole growing up and getting big thing. It makes my heart ache so much thinking how quickly these last 3.75 years have gone by.
Tomorrow being the first day of preschool I know who wont be ready, His parents!