It's almost Monday, the 18th of August.
Which means that it's almost your last "normal" lunch within our comfortable home.
Your last time of being basically all mine.
There will still be weekends and holidays and vacations
but it's still going to be different.
It's your last Lunch tomorrow with me as your chaperon.
You seem a bit apprehensive yet also excited.
I want to cry but I know that it won't stop time.
I swallow the lump I have forming in my throat at the thought of now forever watching you
grow more and more independent without the need for mom soon becomes part of your boyhood surface.
Not to mention how you'll start to find other role models besides your dear mom necessary for your pathway of growing and naturally for extra guidance- and I'm not referring to Star Wars or Indiana Jones Action hero's--I'm talking real lifers.
It's what's part of life and yeah yeah, I get that.
It's also still very "easy" at this point, the ways to manage.
No fears of missed curfew, car accidents, and egging.
It's only lunch that's changing after all.
But it still doesn't make that hidden ache disappear knowing that my oldest one is going to be
off to First Grade--in no time, I fear.
So many changes so very very quick.
The teaching on my end will never ever quit, but the older they grow the more I have to learn to share lessons with the others that will be important roles in my eldest son's life.
But when I go to write his last name on his lunch box and thermos, a smile rises to my face because at least right now he's still only my first grader.
Welcome To Crustybeef~
BACK TO SCHOOL MY JACKSON! You, tomorrow, will still be considered the one that graduated kindergarten. By Wednesday you'll be known as the one that's in first grade and gets hot lunches on special occasions. He will also get regular lunches made by me-every day but on those special occasions- with a note in it, a message from mom. Might as well do it now before he gets older and grows that "cringe."