Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers; the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.
Parents belong to a club. This club requires tears and sweat, anxiety and worry for its dues. Veteran members of this club love to impart their sage advice, cultured in experience, upon novice members. Sometimes the novices hang on every last shared word, and other times they scoff. I remember to my early novice days filled with exhaustion and long nights, thinking how crazy the veterans must be to tell me that these days will fly by. That I would blink and find that my baby is gone, and a little man would be left in his place. Those days of teething and diaper changes felt longer than the standard 24 hour model. How could such long days pass quickly? But yet, the veterans were right. And here we are, five years later, and I can only find my baby during brief moments when the little boy snuggles up next to me for a hug or falls asleep in my lap. Gone are the diapers and teething rings, and in their place are trucks, jets, and bulldozers.
Kindergarten now looms ahead of us, and preschool will quickly become another memory for the Kisers. We attended Kindergarten roundup this spring, and learned all about Kindergarten preparedness. From this giant event, we moved on to preschool graduation. Rather than resisting change, Ian eagerly looks forward to the move to his big new school. He insists that Kindergarten will be great and he won’t miss his momma at all. And that’s okay. I am thrilled to have a little boy who is so confident in himself and those around him that he feels ready to tackle these new adventures with no fear.