Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Growing up is hard to do

This is my little Einstein. Isn't he cute?!?!?

I was finally able to capture his fierceness on film. Isn't he cute?!?!

He may look fierce, but he's a momma's boy to the core. Have I mentioned he's cute?

Well, this past weekend he went on his first overnight camp with his soccer team. And as any normal, good, well-intentioned, loving, and maybe slighty nuerotic mother would, I tried to talk to him out of going. You see, he is my little baby boy and I wasn't quite ready to let him go. However, as convincing as I thought I was, he wouldn't buy it. He more was than happy to leave me behind, in search of some manly bonding time with his team.

I am not ashamed to admit that I cried a little the night before he left, well maybe it was a lot, but who's keeping score. Atleast I waited until he was asleep in bed. 

The morning I had to drop him off, I was woken up by muffled sounds. I walked in to Einstein's room, but he is no where to be found. I slowly pushed the door open to find Einstein sitting, down crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looks up at me, with his eyes full of tears, shoves his alarm clock in the air and sobs, "It's 7:11! We're late! I've missed the bus, all because you guys were sleeping!

I couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Einstein," I said. "We are not late. We don't have to leave until 8am. Just relax and go get dressed." The tears stopped immediately, he ran out the bathroom and got dressed.

We left right on time, actually 5 minutes early, and he got there with tiem to spare. As I waited around for him to get on the bus, I was hoping he would maybe want to stay with me, hold my hand, maybe hug a little, maybe perhaps he would shed a tear or two. However, no such thing happened. He instead, stood by the door, first in line, so eager to get on the bus to embark on his adventure.

When his name was called, he bounced up steps into the bus, and snagged the seat behind the bus driver, his favorite spot. As they drove away, he smiled, a smile full of joy and opportunity, and I waved goodbye to the my little baby who had just turned into a boy.

It's true...growing up is hard to do...I am pretty sure a mommy first coined this phrase...probably when she realized her little baby, was no longer a baby, but a little boy.

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