My kiddos are turning six in about 6 weeks.
Heading off to Kindergarten in about 3 weeks.
They’re getting tall. B told me he was so tall, his head hits my chesties.
Yah, I don’t know either.
They’re leaving me. I knew they would. But I didn’t think it was going to happen so soon. I thought it would be another 25 years or so. I know, careful what I wish for.
Well surprise, surprise, I’m having a hard time with them growing up.
I’ve talked about it before, but this is different. They’re going to school.
Like, full day school.
Lunch box and backpack.
9am – 3pm.
They’re “school age children”.
I know, I know, this is a GOOD thing. It’s exciting. I should be proud. And I am. I really am. They are such good boys, they like school (despite the disaster, that was camp), and love to learn.
But it’s bittersweet.
They are little boys who want to be big boys. Sort of.
Here’s where we’re at…
The boys don’t want to watch “baby shows”. They want to watch big boy shows, like Transformers and Batman. But once I put on Max and Ruby, they snuggle up and start laughing at Max.
When they get hurt in public, they walk over like nothing happened, but then bury their faces in my shoulder and cry, holding the boo boo that I can’t even see.
They want the big boy, Darth Maul backpack, but they want to fill it with their stuffed animals.
They walk 2 feet ahead of me, with a complete strut, but when a stranger asks them if they’re twins, they freeze up and hide behind me.
They won’t wear the t-shirt that has the dinosaur on it, but they’ll wear the Batman or Superman shirts with attached capes for 3 days straight, with rain boots, a Spiderman mask and Iron Man gloves.
They want me to play Jack Johnson and Guns n Roses in the car, but want me to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at night before bed.
They “can do it all by myself“, but need me to help them pull their wet bathing suits back up after they go to the bathroom.
They want motorcycles, but still get nervous riding their bikes.
They want to play football with the big kids across the street, but drop the ball and run when they hear the ice cream truck.
They wanted big boy beds, but ask to keep the nightlight on and their beds filled with every stuffed animal they own.
It’s definitely a time of transition.
And I really am OK with it all. I’m just not ready to see some things go yet…
Snuggling on the couch before bed, while they ask me to scratch their backs.
Them leaning against me while we wait in line at the store.
Their little hands instinctively reaching up for mine when they hop out of the car in the parking lot.
Hearing their little voices call me “Mumma”.
Asking if they can “help” me make dinner.
You know, all the little day to day things that make them my little boys….
It’s fun to see them grow up, and become the awesome little men they are turning out to be. They are the coolest little guys I know. It just really does go by so fast. And I hate my bitchy snarky self for giving the eye roll to the other Moms and Dads who told me that it really does go by so fast. And I hate them for being right.