Oliver started preschool last week.
Getting him ready got me thinking
about how fast time is really going.
I spent the night before his big day, looking at his baby pictures.
The moments in the hospital when I became a Momma
for the first time.
The day we brought him home
and his first bath.
Those moments are gone, never to return
and that makes me sad.
I am so excited for him
he loves kids and he needs more to play with.
We have play dates
but there are no kids in the neighborhood for him
to play with.
School is a great place for him.
But sending him last Wednesday morning
walking out of the classroom
and leaving my baby
with someone other than family
made me really think about
how precious this time is.
That these moments
wont last forever.
That eventually I won't be able to heal his
hurt with a kiss and a hug.
His blankets and 'Charlie'
wont make everything better.
He's growing up before my eyes.
I am grateful for the snuggles
and the random,
"Mommy, you are bootiful" comments.
I'll take the tantrums and the tears
if it means that I can have the snuggles
just a little bit longer.