Fall is in the air. The nights are cool again, the days are breezy, and September is around the corner. I love the change of seasons. Here in New Hampshire, each season is so different and beautiful, and fall is my favorite. After a hot, hazy summer, I am looking forward to apple picking, baking, the gorgeous crimsons and oranges of the leaves.
Jamie starts school in two weeks. I am pretty sure I am not ready for th
at. I was out last night with two good friends, and we were discussing having babies and raising children. One of my friends (who has four children - the youngest is almost 6 months old and the oldest is starting kindergarten this year) explained how she loved the different stages of watching her children grow, yet she still treasures each and every new baby. I liked the way she phrased it because I feel that is so true. My little boy (who is not so little anymore) who used to be my baby is getting ready to go to school. It is a bittersweet time. I am excited to have this new stage of our life unfold. We had fun shopping 
for a backpack and school clothes. We are going to Jamie's open house next week at his preschool to meet his teachers and fellow classmates. I am already planning our fall schedule - moving Clare's OT to Mondays while Jamie is in school, signing Clare and I up for swim lessons and a Mommy & Me gymnastics class. I am eager to have this time to do activities with Clare and Simon. Yet, at the same time, I feel weird planning events without Jamie involved. Having never sent my children to daycare and very rarely being away from them, it is odd (and sad to me) that Jamie is now g
oing to have this part of his day that does not involve me. Is he old enough already to be doing this? I know Jamie is ready for school. He cannot wait, and I am happy that he is a confident, secure, social child who will blossom at school. But I am going to miss him so much! I will miss his silly knock knock jokes. I will miss watching him patiently teach Clare how to play Hungry, Hungry Hippos. I will miss having my helper bring me a burp cloth, diaper, or pacifier (time to start training Clare!). I will even miss playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles over and over again all morning long.
at. I was out last night with two good friends, and we were discussing having babies and raising children. One of my friends (who has four children - the youngest is almost 6 months old and the oldest is starting kindergarten this year) explained how she loved the different stages of watching her children grow, yet she still treasures each and every new baby. I liked the way she phrased it because I feel that is so true. My little boy (who is not so little anymore) who used to be my baby is getting ready to go to school. It is a bittersweet time. I am excited to have this new stage of our life unfold. We had fun shopping 
for a backpack and school clothes. We are going to Jamie's open house next week at his preschool to meet his teachers and fellow classmates. I am already planning our fall schedule - moving Clare's OT to Mondays while Jamie is in school, signing Clare and I up for swim lessons and a Mommy & Me gymnastics class. I am eager to have this time to do activities with Clare and Simon. Yet, at the same time, I feel weird planning events without Jamie involved. Having never sent my children to daycare and very rarely being away from them, it is odd (and sad to me) that Jamie is now g
oing to have this part of his day that does not involve me. Is he old enough already to be doing this? I know Jamie is ready for school. He cannot wait, and I am happy that he is a confident, secure, social child who will blossom at school. But I am going to miss him so much! I will miss his silly knock knock jokes. I will miss watching him patiently teach Clare how to play Hungry, Hungry Hippos. I will miss having my helper bring me a burp cloth, diaper, or pacifier (time to start training Clare!). I will even miss playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles over and over again all morning long.(Okay, enough, he is only going to be gone for 2.5 hours three days a week, but it sounds like an eternity to me!)
7 comments:
I know how you feel I work all day and I am still having a hard time with the who pre-school thing ...
I'm glad you updated, but shouldn't you be scrapbooking? LOL
Michael went to preschool and they look so cute going to their own "school". Those two years flew by though - I can't believe my "baby" is going into 4th grade!!
I remember the early-evening when you called to say that you were pregnant with Jamie... I pulled the car over just to scream and cry. I remember finding out he was a boy and being able to call him Jamie for the rest of the wait... and that moment when I actually witnessed his birth - wow. I am getting choked up, so I don't know how you, Tree and Shawn manage not to!!
I love that kid - and you've done such a good job raising him to this point that you've got to know he'll bring so many gifts (which you've given him) to his new experience.
Take PLENTY of pictures!
Mine went to school today. I am missing them horrible.
Noel
You guy's are making me cry..... I thought I needed the break from them, until right now. Waaaah!!!! Mine go to 6,3rd and 2nd grade. ....sigh.... I think the new puppy will help alleviate my sorrow.
I know, it's so hard to send them off. I still get sad at the start of every school year.
Remember, I'm just down the street from Jamie's school, feel free to stop by anytime!!!
Our goal as parents is, unfortunately to make our children independent, and sending them off to school is just one of the many steps they take towards that goal. Good job getting him there T!
XOXO
Amy
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