Every day there are new clues that my little boy is growing up. Things like his shiny new soccer medal, his preschool graduation, kindergarden orientation and the fact that he weighs a ton. Tonight when I was getting him ready to go to bed, he ran into the bathroom & closed the door. He yelled “Don’t come in…I’m going to make a surprise for you!” I rolled my eyes and waited a few minutes. Eventually I opened the door because I got tired of waiting. His surprise was that he was sitting on the counter brushing his own teeth.
Tonight as I snuggled with him for a minute before bed, he said “Mommy, when are we going to move to our new house?” It broke my heart but I had to tell him that I don’t really know and that it might not be the house he thinks we’re moving to. He was crushed. I reminded him that the most important thing is that we are all together. Not sure he bought that but maybe it bought me a bit of time.
Oh the yin and yang of bittersweet feelings because he’s growing up and the protectionist feelings because he’s still so little.