In January I wrote a post about this year being a big year for Evan. He turned 5 in January and will be starting kindergarten next school year. At the time, I was writing the post to complain about him not wanting a big party and me having to deal with it, because in my mind 5 is a pretty big deal that needs to be celebrated. Little did I know when I was writing that post, how big this year really will be for him (and us). I have realized this week, this is the year of firsts. My baby is no longer a baby. Yes, I know, he will always be my baby, but he has lost every ounce of baby and is truly a big kid. Although that thought saddens me for a moment, I am so excited to see what God has in store for this little man!
Last night, I made another realization. This year is going to bring this mama a whole lot of tears. I am going to be a sobbing mess. With each new first, the tears flow uncontrollably. I can't help myself. I am an emotional hot mess when it comes to my boys and their accomplishments. If only I could bottle it up and cry in the privacy of my room after everyone goes to bed - ha!
Our first "first" started a few weeks ago. Evan was complaining about his two bottom teeth hurting. In a flighty response to ease his concern, I mentioned that they might be getting ready to fall out. Not that I even thought they would any time soon. But last week, he was eating an apple outside and ran in to tell me that his tooth was loose and wobbly. Right then and there I started weeping. As in uncontrollably sobbing and couldn't stop. I couldn't get a hold of myself. As if a flood gate opened and it wasn't going to stop until every last tear ran down my face. It was so embarrassing. I looked at Evan and tried to explain to him that I wasn't crying because he was going to be in pain, or losing his tooth was a bad thing. I tried to explain to him that I was just so proud of the young man he was becoming and that the tears were of joy that he was growing up. He didn't get! And I don't think I did either. It was so silly. He didn't even lose the tooth yet. Sheesh! He hasn't lost it yet, it is hanging on for dear life, but it will be in the next couple of days that I will get to post the "first tooth" photo.
Then as if that wasn't enough for the old year factory, Sunday night we went on a family bike ride. Half way through the ride, Evan's training wheel broke off his bike. I had to ride back to the house and get the truck since he couldn't ride it home. Monday, he asked to get his bike out and I mentioned to him that he couldn't because the training wheels were broken. He then told me he was ready to ride his bike without training wheels. So I sat him down and explained how we would go about it and that learning to ride with the training wheels may be a long process that doesn't happen right away, and that he may be bumped and scraped up along the way. (You know he's the kid that needs to know exactly what is going to happen to be prepared so I have never hidden from him the negatives that can happen in any situation.)
We practiced with the bike we had, it was a garage sale find from his Babci. It didn't have a kick-stand and was also very cumbersome. So on Tuesday, I swapped that bike for the other garage sale find that was still at Babci's house.
Last night, he asked to try out the new bike. It was a much better fit. I went around the median one time with him while Jeremy was getting his shoes on. Evan insisted that I only hold on to the bike with one hand on his seat. Which gave me a great workout- ha! Jeremy came out, did the same thing with him once around the median. He then told me I should come out in the street and watch. So I ran in to get my camera, just in case, because really I didn't think he would get it right away. I mean sheesh, we went twice around the median.
But, after one push from Jeremy, Evan was off. Perfectly riding his bike down the street.
And of course the flood gates opened again and the sobbing uncontrollably commenced. Wow! This year is going to kill me! My baby boy is growing up! It is only March, we are months away from the "first day of school thing".
So, I want to know parents, did you get all weepy eyed with each first with your kids or not? Or am I an overly emotional mess? I'm thinking the latter ;-)!