|Coloring the world.|
This afternoon Quinn and I went to his Kindergarten Orientation at the Albany School of Humanities. Quinn is my youngest child, the one I worked hardest to have and the one whose childhood I've been most ferocious about hanging onto. You'd think that by now, I'd be accustomed to the fact that children grow up and become school aged, but walking through those hallways today with their shiny tiles, Quinn looked impossibly small to be taking such a big step into his future. I must getting more sentimental as I get older or maybe it is just the knowledge that he is my last baby, but I suspect there might be some tears Tuesday morning. And not just because it will mark the end of my fun-filled summer, either. Why is it that the more children you have, the faster they grow?
|Pedaling towards me still, not away. Yet.|
And so, Tuesday morning I will be going into work a little late, perhaps with some evidence of recent tears remaining upon my face, and I will focus on the start of wonderful new things for Quinn rather than an unofficial end to a tender stage of parenting . No need to be knocked out by thoughts of my baby growing up when I possess the knowledge that each day will continue to end with him giving me the special kiss he created just for us: cheek, cheek, forehead, nose, lips. And, for now, I'll remain still standing.