According to the parent/teacher conferences and the report card I had to sign and return last week, six weeks have passed. Six weeks! We're settling into a routine now. J is getting into trouble only occasionally. Yeah, so, more than occasionally. but I have stopped getting the nasty notes every day, and he doesn't pull all of his straws every day. (I don't totally understand this custom, but it's apparently the pinnacle of deviant kindergarten child to have pulled four straws in a day.)
So as I settle into a routine (yes, it has taken me a month and a half to settle into a routine), I feel it's time to relive those milestones of this rapidly passing chapter. I am realizing how much I can learn from this wonderful little boy. He's amazing to me.
He comes home every day just bubbling over with the things he learned that day. He tries to talk in spelling at me. This makes him feel grown up because his dad and I do that when they shouldn't hear what we're saying. But it's really funny, because all he can really spell is names and colors...So I get:
"M-o-m-m-y? Did you, um, see that, um, y-e-l-l-o-w power ranger? I thought it was next to the b-l-u-e one, or um, maybe the g-r-e-e-n one."
Dear, it's in your hand.
"Wow! Thanks, M-o-m-m-y. That's a great job looking!
He's getting so big and confident, and arguing with me about things the teacher says.
It's a hard road in a way. Letting go is very hard for me. I know that everyone goes through this, and it will pass, but now, I'm missing that baby that used to think I was the awesomest thing ever. The one who would take down anyone in the sandbox who disagreed with the infallible Mommy. It had to happen, right? They tell me he will finally think I'm cool again when he's an adult. Just thirteen more years, my friends...I can do that.
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