It seems like yesterday when I packed my little Dominic up in his uniform and with his Scooby Doo backpack and sent him off to Kindergarten. He was so excited for school to start because he would finally have homework like the "big" kids at daycare. I picked him up that day and beamed with pride as he sang me "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes."
A few short weeks ago, I woke up and attempted to pack up my "little" Dominic for his first day of high school. He didn't need me to wake him up...I think I heard Lady Gaga blaring from his alarm clock, doing the job for me. He packed up his own backpack, PE clothes, and lunch. He did allow me to make him breakfast, which I will admit, pretty much only happens on the first day of school for him. As he was eating, he looked up at me with hesitation ready to say something...I stopped what I was doing, anticipating him saying that he was nervous or thanking me for being such a great mom all of these years...instead..."You're not going to take the annual
First Day of School Picture by the tree out front are you?"
Of course I told him that I would be and when He followed that question by asking me how many years I would be taking these pictures, I responded, "Till you move away, of course!" So on our way to the car, I made Connor and Emma Kate wait while I took pictures of my new Freshman. I tried to get a smile out of him in between groans and glances at the cars passing by, making sure that no one he knew was seeing this embarassing scene.
I don't know where the time has gone. How did my cute little guy go from wanting to marry me someday to barely wanting to be seen with me. How did the requests for some snuggle time turn in to requests for rides to the movies with his friends? If I have learned nothing else from being a mom, it is to cherish the time I have with the kids. Every moment. Every smile. Every tear.