The last five+ years with Rowan have flown by, I swear he is a covert time traveler. Because it surely seems like yesterday that he was learning to walk, carrying a blankey with him everywhere he went, and sucking on a pacifier.
I am not sad that today he starts kindergarten. I know he needs to learn, to absorb. I know he needs the interaction with other kids his age.
I think more than anything I am amazed that we have raised this little boy to be the wonderful person he is, that we have successfully gotten him this far.
More than anything I am nervous for him. What if he gets hungry? What if he gets tired? What if he pees his pants? What if the other kids pick on him? All the what ifs scare me…
I know in my heart he will do fine, he will shine like the bright star he is….
I am SO proud.
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