Pardon me while I go curl up in my bed and rock back and forth. Someone grab a paper bag: I’m hyperventilating.
I CANNOT believe he is five. There is something about the fifth birthday, as it gives him a ticket to kindergarten, Jack sees this fifth birthday as crossing over from little kid to big kid. This birthday, the big 0-5 feels like a change. It’s the beginning of a huge change. He becomes a child of the world. Soon he will no longer be my little preschooler.
I have written many times about the challenges surrounding Jack’s birth.but today what strikes me most is not where we started (c-section… for those of you, like my mother, who refuse to click imbedded links) but how far we have come.
Jack has always been a constant. He is predictable (at least he is to me, my husband would tell another story). He is level-headed. I took time to grow into my role of mother. We went to swim class, music class, story time at the library, and mom’s group but I think I started to feel like I knew what I was doing… last week?
Maybe I will never know what I’m doing, but I’m finally confident in following my instincts. He is the perfect child to be my parenting test pilot. He is honest enough to tell it like it is, and sensitive enough to understand discretion. For all the head butting we are destined to do, I know I can always trust him to dig his heels in when it really matters and let go whenit doesn’t. He is, after all, my son.
I hope fiveis as good to you as the first four have been for me.