Walking into school alone..

Okay I am a few weeks behind on this post but I believe I can write it now without bursting into tears.

My 3 year old is old enough to be dropped off into the mornings, don't know how I really feel about that. I was going to walk him in and put off the drop off as long as I could. Well God had other plans and had decided it was time to let go. As I was asking Colt if he wanted to walk in or have mommy walk with him the bottom dropped out. That made the decision for us because, believe it or not, my umbrella was in the house not the car. He did good, no tears from my brave little man. The ladies got him out and he walked in with barely a look back, I looked back a lot! The tears didn't begin till I was pulling out of the parking lot and then I couldn't stop them.

No one was here at home when I got back so the tears continued to fall. I sat down looking at photos of my son when he was a baby. Thought about all the times I missed and the ones I was around for. I realized that no matter what, I cannot keep my son from growing up. He has grown up from that baby that was dependant on me to care for him to a little man who "can do it himself".

Even with the new baby coming, I miss my baby. The one who was born 3 years and 7 months ago. He still loves mommy to hold him and love him. Only mommy can make the boo-boos better, only mommy can be the one to sing to him at bedtime. I love that when we wake up of a morning he wants to sit on mommy and have "cuddle time". He tells everyone that he takes care of his mommy when daddy isn't home.

I am just having a hard time letting my baby grow, soon he will be going to Pre-school. Where does the time go?