The school year will soon come to a close. Amazing. Seth will be a kindergarten graduate before I blink my eyes.
This coming week is the orientation for the school he will enter in the fall. It’s way larger than where he currently attends and feels so adult to me. How will it feel to him? It’s hard to imagine my little guy…who’s now really quite the big boy…navivating the long halls and staircases and continuing to create a life for himself separate and distinct from me.
But, isn’t that what parenting is really all about? We moms do our best so our children can fly.
We’ve started a new routine in the house. I pick out Seth’s clothes in the evening, or he chooses them in the morning, and then dresses himself. It saves time as we inevitably rush to prepare for the school bus, and it’s one more step toward autonomy. Some days he takes the initiative. Other days, I help him. It’s still kinda nice to be needed in that way.
Next week we are starting a major demolition/construction project in the house of our basement. A Bob the Builder wannabe when he’s not aspiring to be a Rescue Hero or Power Ranger, Seth is chomping at the bit to get out his tool kit and go at it. The contractor said he’d take him under his wing, and Seth is totally thrilled and counting the days.
I, on the other hand, am counting the days this project will be complete. It’s been 9 months in the making since we signed with the contractor who is much in demand. But, the end result will be worth it. Seth will have a fantastic playspace in the basement that he can grow into and use with friends even as a teenager. I look forward to regaining my living room and relocating the bulk of his toys downstairs. But, until completion day, there will be much stress and mess. And, workers daily in my house, which I don’t embrace.
I was speaking with a friend earlier this week about life. A pretty broad subject to say the least. We were agreeing how sometimes it just feels so full and daunting. Jumping from task to task…responsibility to responsibility. So many details, things to handle, etc. I have days where I wish I weren’t an adult. Know what I mean? There’s something to be said, on a certain level, for being taken care of when things feel overwhelming.
I hope Seth enjoys his childhood to the fullest and doesn’t wish the years away before he grows up. He speaks about his adult aspirations, i.e. having a wife and family and SUV with a television and living in our house (he would like us to move out when he’s grown up so he can have it) and be a fireman or some other profession where he can help people.
Though at age 6, he likes to do things for himself, there are times when no one does it like a mom. And, I’m glad to be there for him. He’ll be “my little guy” forever in my heart.