This morning I snuggled with my Johnny, his Elmo clutched tight to his chest.
Tonight I registered him for kindergarten.
It's not fair.
He was supposed to be my baby. I kind of assumed that would last forever....or at least a little longer. Why have these almost five years flown by when I can so clearly feel him in my arms as a tiny baby?
When we brought Johnny home from the hospital, he loved lights. He refused to sleep unless the lights were on, so I would spend hours rocking him in the middle of the night with bright lights shining overhead. Oddly, I kind of cherished those times with him, maybe because I knew it was the last time I'd be rocking somebody in the middle of the night. Even in my sleep-deprived stupor, I remember not wanting to let him go.
In these 4 1/2 years, I really haven't wanted to let him go.
He's been my buddy. My baby. My little boy.
Tonight Johnny told me he was too "wittle" to go to kindergarten.
I couldn't disagree.