I just tucked Connor into bed for the
last time as a non-school aged child. Ever. It is crazy to think
about. Most of my friends are weepy and sad that their little one is
all grown up but I am not. No. I am happy and excited and relieved.
Despite our biggest fears, Chris and I have managed to raise a child
to school age without permanently damaging him...with the exception
of a few scars and a slightly irrational fear of watching Sponge Bob.
We didn't suffocate him by letting him sleep on his stomach at six
months old. We didn't drown him by looking away for three seconds
while giving him a bath. We didn't lose him at the mall. We didn't
even break his neck by letting him jump on a trampoline!! It is
amazing! Not only is he in one piece, but he is sweet, smart, funny
and loving. He tells people tidbits that he finds interesting. He
comforts friends when they are sad. He crack jokes that are way too
mature for him to understand. He has never met a stranger. He is
awesome.
So I am not sad that he is starting
Kindergarten in the morning. I am happy and so proud of my little
man and I can't wait to see what he has up his sleeve next.
