(Post from my deleted blog)

My Favorite Boy cried when he turned one, but I didn't (he really hated the birthday hat). I know moms are supposed to be sad at that first big milestone, but I couldn't have been happier. The first year was tough. My son didn't nurse well, and he didn't sleep for longer than two hours until he was eight months old. Since sleeping and eating are a major part of a baby's life, our days weren't all that peaceful. At his first birthday party, I remember feeling a sense of relief. I knew the second year would go much more smoothly than the first. Thankfully, it did.

Fast forward to the present. Now, I am the one crying. Could someone please stop the growing-up train? It seems to be going faster and faster! Last night, I took my Favorite Boy to the PTA supply sale at his school to purchase his supplies for kindergarten. The PTA offers all the necessary supplies in a handy box, which is conveniently delivered to your child's classroom. The sale was in the gym, and my Favorite Boy could not have been more impressed. "Look! A Goal! Look! A Scoreboard! Look! A Basketball!" I think he would have stayed there until time for school to start if I had been willing. He is so excited, and he is counting the days until he heads off to the world of big kids.

I, on the other hand, am not ready for him to go. In our county, school starts on Monday. Thankfully, kindergarten starts two weeks later. I am going to spend the next few weeks trying to figure out a way to keep him from growing because I know what will happen. The first day of kindergarten comes; then, before I turn around it will be time for college, and he will leave me forever (okay, I know I am being a bit dramatic, but it is going to go so quickly)!

So, I am warning you. When August 27th rolls around, I will try to control my outward appearance; but on the inside, I will feel just like this...

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