Well, we made it through the first week of school. I admit, I went into it kicking and screaming, but once it started, I have to say I’m glad to see the new school year begin. While I hate the structure and early morning schedule, it is nice to have a somewhat predictable routine again.
With the beginning of the school year comes a lot of new things: new teachers, new classmates, new books, new friends, etc.
It really is all very exciting!
And, my youngest offspring, while sad to see the summer end, was looking forward to being one of the top dogs in school. (His grade level is the highest the school goes, so he and his classmates are the “big man on campus,” so to speak.)
He’s in 5th grade. Which, to be perfectly honest, just does not seem right. First of all, I’m sure that I am not nearly old enough for my youngest to be a 5th grader, much less to also have a Sophomore in high school…. (Where is the time going??!)
I can remember both my boys toddling about, saying cute things like, “porpus” for school bus, “lellow” for yellow, and “I don’t matter” with the intended meaning of, “I don’t care” or “It doesn’t matter.”
My bambino, as a toddler, found great joy in jumping on bubble wrap, beating on his older brother who would cry and never hit back and eating just about anything placed in front of him.
He’s imaginative, chatty, creative, charming and funny. He’s a chip off the old block.
He’s my BoyWonder.
There’s no way that kid can already be a 5th grader.
Although, I will say, the wee one, who is actually freakishly tall for his age, smells like a 5th grader. And, he talks like a 5th grader. And, when the comparison is made to his older brother at this age, he also apparently acts like a 5th grader.
So, I guess it’s true. My baby has one last year in elementary before moving into intermediate school. (They don’t call it junior high anymore.)
One last year of naivete, of innocence.
God love it. Can you stand it?!?! Why can’t we keep them there? Right there. Forever. Snaggle-toothed and unaware.
(One moment please….I need to wipe the tears and snot from my face…the computer’s keyboard is getting a little slick, as well.)
5th grade brings about other new things, like deodrant and the sudden public distaste for anything Disney Channel related.
It also brings independence. It’s the beginning of moving, slowly, away from mom and dad. The reliance on us begins to wane and weaken, just a bit.
That morning, I heard the plea to ride his bike to school, with his friends. He and the boys did not want to ride the school bus, nor did they want their mommas to drop them off. The argument was that they are old enough, now. They are big boys. They can handle it. They would be extra careful. They promise.
So, with that, my neighborhood mom-friends congregated at the corner, wearing pajamas, little-to-no makeup, and fake, excited grins, all the while whispering heart-felt prayers to God for protection over our baby boys who are growing up excedingly too fast.
The boys patiently posed while we snapped the obligatory first day picture. We told them we loved them. We told them we were proud to be their moms. Told them to be careful, to behave in school, to mind their manners, to not pick their noses in public.
Then, we watched them ride off into the sunset.
Wait. It was more like the sunrise. (I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so in my mind it could have easily been sunset.) All I know is, it was early after a summer of lazy mornings.
Bye, guys. Have a great day! Love you! Look both ways before crossing the streets!!! Please stop growing up!!!!
The new school year has begun.
And so the process of letting go continues….