I can't believe how big JJ is getting. Today I actually signed him onto the waiting list for PRE SCHOOL. The school director must have thought I was a freak since I nearly hyperventilated mid-sentence explaining that we are looking to sign up for next year's class. It is a very laid back, and neighborhood-y type of thing, but I am still freaking out. I have cherished every bit of independence my child has earned and I enjoy his willingness to do things himself, but also know that it is a type of things to come. That someday soon he will look at me with eyes that say he no longer needs me.
Sometimes I think having children must be a cruel joke. Give you something you simply adore, let you raise him, nurture him, cuddle him, then watch him drift away.
Am I hormonal or what?