Kindergarten Bound

You may remember my little folks are fairly close in age (15 1/2 months apart.) Yes we planned it, and yes we love it.

The only problem is I never really thought about how quickly they would both be leaving for school, college, life...and how empty my home/heart might feel. Yikes. And we just registered Gabe for Kindergarten.

I've only gotten teary a couple times, and just for moments. It has been a super-busy week and I just haven't had time to be heartbreakingly depressed yet. Haha. Seriously, the Fall is what I'm worried about. Ugh.

My fragility aside, Gabe could not be more stoked! He is talking about Kindergarten any chance he can...even his motorized toy dinosaur is in Kindergarten now, just like him! And he is a big kid. He can feed the dogs without my help now. Oy!

It is a boost to know my baby will be in school just one grade behind his big Sissy, and probably just across the hall from her, as well. I love our school and our teachers, and that my kids can be happy there all day. I know he's ready, so I will be, too.

Cheers to baby birds escaping the nest!
Lindsay

New Years, Old Tears!

Seems like I can't make it through a holiday without a few tears.  As New Year's Day comes to a close, we reminisce...blah, blah!  I would love it to seem like I'd been looking back through our trials and tribulations from 2011, but really, I started flipping through some photos of when the babes were still truly "babies."  This week, Gabe was awarded "Star of the Week" at preschool and we are supposed to send in a few pictures of him and his family, special toys to share with friends and a favorite story book to read for the class.  Along with these we (mama!) are supposed to fill out a cute little questionnaire about his hobbies, favorite movies, etc. 

So, we're making dinner (mini meatloaves that said kiddies actually helped make!), I'm flipping through these adorable pictures that really were from just three years ago and BAM!  Crocodile tears, sobs, dripping nose!  The whole nine yards!  Poor hubby was like, "I have no idea what to say to you!"  I'm saying, "They're so big!!"  He tells me that means we're doing our job right, but that doesn't make the pain in my chest loosen its grip.  I am horrified that I still have this hideous panic about my children not being babies anymore, that it is just as strong today as the weeks before I had to go back to the salon after my Darby was born! 

It doesn't matter that I know we probably won't have any more children.  I believe I will always be in denial that it's final.  As happy as I am with each day that passes raising my children to become big humans, I will never stop missing those precious beginnings with them.  Talk about a bittersweet start to the new year.  Here's to you, 2012!