Ok, I admit it. I like to cry. In fact, there's times I find myself bawling. When I'm sad. When I'm happy. I guess I'm a very sensitive person (at least that's my reasoning for it).
Today was Lil T"s preschool end of year graduation celebration. End of year? Graduation? Seriously? I can't be THAT old. HE can't be THAT old. And guess what? I got a bit teary eyed.
All right, I practically bawled my eyes out. Quite embarrassing, I must say. I can't believe just 2 years ago, he started preschool. My brave, little man...a little hesitant, no tears (at least none for him), and a bit shy. And now 2 years later, he's made lots of friends, learned lots of things, and continues to have an overjoyed outlook for what lies ahead. He's definitely ready for kindergarten. Me? That's another story.
It's bittersweet for me. It's been amazing these past 5 years watching him grow into who he is today. It's also very sad. I mean, this is it. I won't get another chance like this. I won't have another child to experience this with again. What's even scarier is that the next ten or so years might go by just as fast. I have to remind myself every day to enjoy every second of it because I will never get this time back. Lil T will probably be my one and only child. It saddens me every time I think about it. So I have to treasure times like these and enjoy every second of it.
And this is only preschool. YIKES!
So although there was a bit of sadness in the tears I shed today, they were mostly of pride and joy. I'm proud of my little man. And I'm happy that I've done "all right" in my role as mommie raising a wonderful child.
