Today’s featured blogger is Deirdre, AKA JDaniel4’s Mom.
JDaniel4’s Mom is one of the sweetest spots you’ll find in the blogosphere! I always tell D that JDaniel4 has got to be the happiest kid on earth. She finds a way to share her heart and creativity everyday with all of us, and having her over today is a real treat!
If you’re not familiar with her blog, be sure to bookmark it. It’s one that you’ll want to go back to over and over. I bet if you went there right now, you’d end up pinning her most recent activity or fun food idea.
Please give a warm welcome to Deirdre! She’s got something tugging on heart strings that I’m sure you all can relate to.
Two weeks ago I signed my son up for kindergarten. I am not sure how we got to this point in time. It really does seem like yesterday that I rocked a baby in my arms that cried to be fed twenty four hours a day.
Back then I prayed that I would make it until my husband would get home from work so we could both rock him and try to get him to sleep. The days back then seemed to crawl. I truly think they were a few hours longer.
Each night I would put my son into bed and pray that he would get the sleep that we both needed him to get. I was desperate for sleep and time to rest my weary arms. Seriously my arms were always tired. I think they got a quite a workout during the day. They held him, rocked him , patted his back to encourage his burps., changed his endless soiled diapers and clothes, and carried him throughout the house to give us both of change of scene.
Now he is almost five and I am praying that time will slow down. The days of wishing away hours just so bedtime will come have ended. Not everyday is wonderful, but I am trying to enjoy every last moment that we have in it.
My arms are holding him tight and they no longer seem to be as tired as they once were. When I wake up and they ache to give him his morning hug when he comes down for breakfast carrying his teddy bear and favorite blanket. They hesitate to let him go when I drop him off for preschool. They reach out to hug him as he bounds out of class filled with things he has done during the morning. They wrap around him as I read him a bedtime story and sometimes as he falls to sleep.
When I used to rock my son, I would entangle his fingers with my fingers laced through his. Now we both do it when we snuggle to read books or go for a walk through our neighborhood. I have been told that once he starts school he may start to pull his fingers out of mine when we head into school. He will think it isn’t cool and he will want to look cool.
I am hoping that he will still want to walk hand in hand outside of school for a few more years. There is just something amazing about the feel of his hand in mine with our fingers woven together. I am hoping that he will still run into my arms for time to time when he is excited about seeing me after we have been apart too.
There are only seven months until our world changes and he enters a new one filled with long days and learning what it means to be a big kid going to the big kid’s school. I plan to enjoy each everyday of every month we have until then. I will cherish every hand hold and hug. They are each like gifts being given by my favorite boy who is growing up way too fast.
It does go too fast, D. It’s just not fair.
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