Wait. What? No way. How do I have a child old enough that, in just six short months, I’ll be registering him for kindergarten?! Time is flying, and he’s growing so fast. We’ve been measuring his height on a pole in the basement, and since March he’s grown more than an inch. He calls me “Mom” now instead of Mommy, which kills me. When we read stories at bedtime, he’ll sit or lie beside me instead of crawling on my lap. He’ll entertain me for the entire ride home with stories about the art project he did or the really dangerous sea creature they learned about at preschool, telling me over and over how much he loves school. He picks out his own clothes and gets himself dressed in the morning. He informs me that he needs to do some work on his computer practicing his letters. And he’s becoming quite the big brother despite Henry’s two-year-old drama.
He helps with chores, taking the cardboard recycling to the curb in the morning and bringing the garbage can in from the curb on trash day. Last week, Henry desperately wanted to have a piece of cardboard to take outside, too, but didn’t understand that he needed shoes on first. I was enduring the near-daily challenge of actually getting the shoes on his feet. He got frustrated with me, grabbed my necklace and yanked. Beads went flying everywhere. It wasn’t an expensive piece of jewelry, thank heaven, but I was still mad. Jack, sitting patiently on the couch before taking his bundle outside, said to Henry, “First, you need to apologize to Mom. After you say sorry, you can help me with the recycling.” Henry apologized. Jack gave him a piece, led him out to the curb and showed him just what to do.
There are still signs of the little guy hanging around, though. When he’s tired or sad, he still wants to cuddle with his mommy. He still holds my hand in a parking lot or on a busy street. He cries and wants a Band-Aid when he gets a “boo-boo.” He still wants his stuffed puppy when he goes to bed. He still giggles when I tickle him and thinks it’s funny when I splash him in the tub. I know it’s only a matter of time before he thinks it’s not cool to hang out with Mom all the time, so I’ll take every moment I can get in the meantime.
Source:
http://thebizymama.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/gulp/
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