Tuesday, August 27, 2013

My Third Grader

The Night Before

"Mom? How am I going to walk into school tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know! How do I walk in there?"
"I'm walking you to your class. No problem dear."
(Heart breaks a little)
"Excuse me?"
"You don't have to walk me Mom. I can walk to my class by myself,"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow morning. Go to sleep."

And he didn't change his mind over night. I dropped him off and I drove away. But last night I asked him, while he played Candy Crush, "How come you didn't want me to walk you to your class? Are you ashamed of me? Is it cause I'm small? Should I be taller? Fatter? More mom looking? What is it?" And he just laughed and laughed (not looking away from his game addiction), "No Mom. Stop. You're fine the way you are. I just wanted to walk-in by myself. No biggie." It was a huge biggie!!!! But I let it go. I was in 5th grade when I decided to take that walk by myself. And I'm sure my Mothers heart broke just a little as well. Sorry Mom. Ugh. I'm doing it. And it's hitting me the way everyone said it would hit me one day. Well . . . this sucks. Total barf.

Can he be four again? Take my hand and don't let go Alex. Sigh.

Peace in Syria please.

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