My baby graduates

I keep calling him by baby. I keep remembering the sweet way he used to smile, the soft touch of his skin, the smell he had when he'd get out of a bath... I remember the way he looked into my eyes when I sang 'hush little baby', the way he felt wrapped in my arms, the sound of his babytalk... I keep pretending that he isn't growing up.

A few days ago though, I was faced with reality. He graduated from preschool. My sweet, soft, gorgeous and very last baby... graduated from preschool. And he just looked so right. He was completely in his element... showing us his friends, singing along with his classmates and looking... well... looking all grown up.

Here his is getting his award...

and here his is walking away without it...

and being chased down to be given it...

Ha! This was taken for bribery...

When Santa made his grand entrance, he was the first out of his chair which snagged him a personal one on one hug...

I sooo wish he was facing me.

So... it's time for me to face facts. While in my heart he'll always be my baby... always and forever... he IS growing up.

And now, instead of remembering the sweet way he'd look at me or the sweet sound of his baby talk, I'm going to start living in the now. I'm going to enjoy the way he laughs when we play, the way he smells when he comes inside from play and the way he sings and plays in the bath. I'm going to laugh and sing and dance when we sing his favourite song together - now "hush little Pacey" with a much more rockin' tune. I'm going to savour these sweet, funny, strange conversations we have and I'm going to soak up the way that he throws himself into my arms and hugs my with his entire body... I want to remember these times... with as much tenderness as I remember his baby hood.

Comments

[Jen]

Awwwwwwwwwwww......*sniffle sniffle*

So sweet!
Just...awwwwwwwwwwww......