I have a meeting tonight at the Monster’s school. No, not for his colorful, expanding vocabulary (though I’m sure that’s coming) but for pre-k orientation. I know I’m more nervous than he is, but isn’t that how it always goes. I can’t believe he’s already old enough to go to pre-k. I don’t want to sound like all those other sappy ass moms but, hell it seems just like yesterday I carried him into the nursery.
Sometimes I’d like to grab time and hold it in my hand until I’m ready (emotionally and mentally) for it to go on. Nothing proves to you that time stands still for no one like raising a child. They lay down at 6 months old for a nap and wake up wearing a backpack and saying fucker. (Ok, maybe that’s just mine) but you get the point.