Back to Life

I had a really fun Spring break with Big Kid and was sad to send him back to school today.

The other night I hugged him and said, "I've had a fun day with you."

"I've had a fun day with you too," he answered.

"I've had a fun week with you!"

"I've had a fun week with you too!" he said.

"I've had a fun Spring break with you. I'm sad it's over."

"I had a fun Spring break too. Soon it will be Summer and then I will turn 7 and then I will go to second grade."

"Oh my god. Is that possible? Second grade? A second grader? How could I have a second grader? How did this happen?!"

"Because life goes," he said simply and sweetly.

I squeezed him tighter then, considering the wisdom of that statement and realizing how quickly life was going when it comes to my boys. I took the moment to breathe him in and kiss his head through his hair and appreciate his boyishness while I still could.

"Um mom, your shirt is scratchin' my face up. It kinda hurts. It was a nice hug though." Reluctantly, I let him go.

But I didn't want to--and I wish he didn't ever have to grow up.