When I sat down to write this column, I initially thought about writing something election-related, but considering yesterday’s election has dominated the media over the past month, I’ll spare you my political views on things for now.
Instead, I’m going to offer you my thoughts on something else that has dominated my mind over the past month, my oldest son turning five this week.
Although it’s cliché to say that the past five years have gone by incredibly fast, it’s true.
Being a mom to a nearly-five-year-old boy opens up a world of imagination and delight. There are always new milestones being achieved, as he learns his ABCs and numbers (he is still way too stubborn to let me teach him how to spell his name and at this rate, it appears I will be leaving that task to his lucky kindergarten teacher) he is always saying ridiculous things (such as asking his granny if she needed counseling one day, and not long after, asking me if I had any competence as I searched the kitchen for something), and I’m always so proud of him.
I don’t clearly remember the day we brought Gavin home from the hospital, because that day was so chaotic, but I do remember how I felt as soon as he was born. Although incredibly happy, there’s always a twinge of worry that never leaves you once you become a parent, even if your baby is sleeping soundly next to you.
I have been feeling this twinge a little more intensely over the past month because I know that turning five means he will start school in the fall. I personally had a pretty good experience all the way through school, and I can only hope my sons have similar experiences in their school lives. But, the thought of having to make friends and finding a place where he fits in, without mommy or daddy by his side, makes my heart break a little.
I can’t even imagine how I will feel when he actually starts school in a few months. But really, I’m not the person I’m most worried about, and it’s not Gavin either, but it’s my husband who has already asked if he can be the one to take Gavin to school on his first day, and even recommended staying with him the entire day. At least I know I’m not the crazy, overprotective parent in the family.
I can already foresee the days where Gavin tries to convince me that he has to stay home because his daddy or little brother needs him, and I’m sure there will be days where I might agree with him.
As much as I’m sad to see my little boy grow up, I’m excited to see how he will change and grow as a person as he enters the next stage of his life.
Happy birthday Gavin.
