The End of an Era

Today my baby graduated from preschool. And not my first baby, but my last baby. When school starts in the fall, I will have no one home and while I have waited for this day since Colton was little, I couldn't help but be a little sad today.

It is 100 times easier to run errands kid-free, but I was getting use to having Dawson with me. He actually is a really good shopper and one heck of a trooper when I take him on a five-store marathon. I will miss playing war with him while Colton is at school. I will miss eating lunch with someone each day. As I am writing this, I have tears welling up and I guess it comes down to the fact that I will just miss these days.

I think another reason for "happy tears" is that when Dawson finished his year of 3-year-old preschool, we were told that he may not be main streamed in school. Yet today, as he got his certificate, his teachers and I are extremely confident in his ability to make it just fine. He is getting better every day and I owe so many people for all of their help.

Each age and stage that my kids go through seems to bring joy and pain. I can't wait to move on, yet I miss the little moments. When fall comes I will have a kindergartner and a third grader. I still remember third grade. I don't feel old enough or responsible enough for this to happen, but it is going to happen just the same. Guess I better brace myself.