I was sitting tonight and trying to decide on how to begin my post about vacation, and realized that I CAN'T start at vacation. My vacation started on the Tuesday before we left, when I watched Big Son graduate Middle School. My gosh, I can't believe in two months I will have a high schooler. I STILL REMEMBER HIGH SCHOOL. I also remember holding him in my arms the first time and thinking how beautiful, perfect and SMALL he was. No more. He is still beautiful, and to me very close to perfect, but not small. My 6lb. 9 oz baby at 14 (15 in one month) is now 158 lbs. and 5'11". At times difficult, but for all those difficult times, he still crawls into my lap at gives me a hug.
Below, Big Son getting his diploma. I remember the day of Kindergarten orientation. He was ready!! The extra year helped. He made friends, he started talking (after alot of fighting for speech therapy and countless testing) and was happy. He always had a smile on his face. The day of his orientation ( bus ride and meeting his teacher) he was all kinds of excited. He got up, dressed himself, and was ready for breakfast. I couldn't get going. I kept hugging him and holding his face. Time to meet the bus and all of us ( Big Son, Little Son and I) all trecked down the driveway to wait for the bus. Big Son was so proud of himself, nametag and all. The bus came, and he ran right to the door and got on. The bus driver looked at me and said "Don't worry, go inside, he'll be fine." What did I do? That's right, let little son play in the yard and I sat on the stone wall waiting for the bus to come back. I sat for about an hour and my neighbor came over. She had 3 kids who did the same thing. She sat with me and understood what I felt. Big son came home soon after full of smiles and stories.
Good Luck baby!! I Love You!
Below, my baby waiting to get his diploma. I remember when I dropped him off for his first day at pre-school. He wouldn't let go. He held me around the neck and looked me in the eye and said "no mommy". Broke my heart. I told him he'd have fun and I would be back at lunch. I went to my car and cried. It broke my heart to leave him. When it was time for pick up time, he saw me through the windows of his classroom. I was there 45 minutes early. He had a huge smile on his face. Little did I know, until the 2nd year of pre-school that he wouldn't talk to anyone. Not teachers or kids. He played either alone or with kids without talking. I kept he out of kindergarten for a year so he could make friends.
Below, Big Son getting his diploma. I remember the day of Kindergarten orientation. He was ready!! The extra year helped. He made friends, he started talking (after alot of fighting for speech therapy and countless testing) and was happy. He always had a smile on his face. The day of his orientation ( bus ride and meeting his teacher) he was all kinds of excited. He got up, dressed himself, and was ready for breakfast. I couldn't get going. I kept hugging him and holding his face. Time to meet the bus and all of us ( Big Son, Little Son and I) all trecked down the driveway to wait for the bus. Big Son was so proud of himself, nametag and all. The bus came, and he ran right to the door and got on. The bus driver looked at me and said "Don't worry, go inside, he'll be fine." What did I do? That's right, let little son play in the yard and I sat on the stone wall waiting for the bus to come back. I sat for about an hour and my neighbor came over. She had 3 kids who did the same thing. She sat with me and understood what I felt. Big son came home soon after full of smiles and stories.
Good Luck baby!! I Love You!
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