Thursday, August 23, 2007

And then there was one...

Evan, a few minutes old.. 04/01/02
I am sitting here with just Corinne. No boys in the house. For YEARS, I have felt outnumbered by males, and now? Now it's only women in the house.

Evan marched off to kindergarten today, and I held in the sobs till I reached my house, where I broke down. Yes. I sobbed. The first day of kindergarten is a jumbled up mess of feelings for Moms. The thrill for your child, that they get to experience the fun of school, the joy of learning, the independence to thrive without you. And yet... the fear of losing them, the worries over their guaranteed pain of growing up. I don't know what his future holds, but I know that he is my baby. My amazing little boy. My fearless, outgoing, loving child. I miss him...

Evan- 3 months, Justin- 3 years, 07/04/02

Watching Justin go to 3rd grade wasn't as hard as I thought. I mean, it's only 1 year older than 2nd, right? And I have a good feeling for him, this year. I just do. Crossing every body part that he thrives and doesn't struggle too much in controlling himself. Praying that he has matured neurologically enough to maintain his composure. That he doesn't get too bored when there is review and end up looking for something else to occupy himself with... He hugged and kissed me with a smile. How many more years of that? He has become MORE physically loving this summer than he was last year. Praying that this continues...


Christmas 2002

Evan had his first soccer practice yesterday. At least it wasn't as humid and drenched as it has been, but the ground is sooooo saturated that their feet just kick up water with every step. He LOVED it. He wasn't so sure he wanted to play, when I told him I had signed him up. In fact, he was adamant that he was NOT going to play. And yet, when the other boys started chasing the ball, he was all smiles and running alongside them, laughing and shouting like he had known these kids all his life.



So, Corinne and I. Together, alone, for 3 hours every morning. Then to pick up Evan, then her nap, then to pick up Justin. This will be our routine for the next 9 months. It should work out. It WILL work out. I'm not crying anymore, but I think I was entitled. After all, you only ever get one first day of kindergarten in your life. That's it. Thus begins Evan's school career.... may it be fun and filled with friends and accomplishments. And may his disappointments only push him to try harder next time....

07/04/03

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