My Samuel is 4 years old. 4! Yesterday morning he said, “Mommy, remember when I turned 4 last summer and had cake and ice cream?” I do remember, Samuel…only it wasn’t last summer, it was barely 2 months ago:) But time is going too fast. My sweet little peach fuzz baby was 8 weeks old when we moved here. And now he’s old enough to start preschool!
I’m feeling sad about that because many of his little buddies around here are going off to preschool but we couldn’t get in. I tried 3 different places and still haven’t heard back from them, after multiple attempts. I felt a pang of sadness today thinking that Samuel should be somewhere with other friends his age, working on social skills, learning how to participate in group settings and well, growing up. (Not that I want him to do that!)
But I can’t imagine sending him to kindergarten suddenly next year, 5 days a week, having never even tested out preschool. He would be so sad and probably feel abandoned by me, resulting in years of therapy! Oh, all right! I guess I’m a little dramatic sometimes:) It may or may not run in my family….
Anyways, I’m a little sad tonight. Sad that my little boy is growing up and old enough for preschool and sad that my big boy isn’t getting to go. I have to trust that there is a reason for him not getting in and that a better opportunity will open up for him. I know God loves him even more that I do, which is so hard to imagine, and that I’ll probably look back on this in a year and laugh at how silly I was for wanting my big little boy to grow up and go off to school.
For now, I guess I’ll just go peek at his sweet, innocent sleeping face and give him kisses and be thankful that he’s still little enough to enjoy that:)