I just looked back and realized, WOW....It's been a while since I posted. At least a couple of months. Things have been busy. My last post dealt with my baby graduating Pre-School, and my oldest getting his 2nd Grade Awards. They are growing up so fast.
Now the summer is almost over. M. starts Kindergarten this fall. He's going to ride the school bus with his brother. I'm hoping that Z. will look out for his brother in one of those Only-I-As-His-Big-Brother-Can-Beat-Him-Up ways and not let anyone else torture him. I'm hoping. With my luck (and M's) Z and his friend will gang up on M together. *Sigh* I can only hope. And pray.
M is excited about riding the school bus with his brother and going to big school. If you ask him what school he's going to attend this fall, he'll tell you "My brother's school." I don't think it has quite sunk in yet that it will be his school, too, now. Z, on the other hand, is looking forward to being the Big Man on Campus and instructing his little brother in just exactly how things are done. I believe this will last until the first time they run into each other in the hallway, or lunchroom, or playground. M will run up to hug his brother, and Z will look at him like he has no idea who this little runt is glued to him. *Sigh*
I have mixed emotions. On one hand, I'm really looking forward to plugging that financial leak that has been daycare and babysitters. And I'm proud of my boys growing up. But part of me already misses those rides to town in the morning when M and I would talk about what game he was playing on his DS, or what movie he was watching in the backseat, or just why he didn't want me talking to his teachers after school that day. (Yeah, that was a "good" day - but it was funny!)
My boys aren't babies anymore. Z is as tall as my shoulder at only 8. M is fast catching up. I don't know if they're growing that fast, or if I'm shrinking. Probably both.
But no matter how tall they grow, or what grade they are in school -- as all mothers know -- they will always, Always, ALWAYS be my Babies. Period. End of Story.
It seems everyone has a blog these days. Not that I'm giving in to the "norm." I just want to have a place that is mine. These are my thoughts, my opinions, my hopes, my dreams, my fears. I am a Daughter. I am a Wife. I am a Mother. But above all, I am a WOMAN.
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