Note: I decided that just because I don’t want to blog about my son anymore, doesn’t mean I can’t talk about how I feel in relation to him, right?
As I drove the Bub to school this morning, I had this horrible feeling of wishing that time would stop. That if I put the car into park and refused to drive any further, the world would quit spinning and time would no longer propel forward.
As we moved closer and closer. I wondered what would happen if I just didn’t take him to school. If I had let him sleep in and refused to bathe him or comb his hair or feed him breakfast.
Like the Grinch, I pondered how to keep the last day of kindergarten from coming.
Once we arrived, I made a grand gesture of getting out of the car. I wanted to hug him on the curb. To look him right in the eye and tell him everything.
How proud I was of him.
How deep my love is.
That he’ll always be my baby.
But he was having none of that, already so preoccupied that the other children were headed past him, focused on their destiny… making it to the classroom before the late bell rang.
He ran off, without looking back.
So it came.
The last day of kinder, without hugs or tears or sweet congrats on the curb.
After 1:50 PM today, my son will never ever EVER be a kindergartener again.
As for me, I’ll still be a mother, trying to save time in a bottle.