It’s official: he’s too big for good byes.
I dreaded this day as soon as I heard the news. He was big enough to ride the bus and didn’t want Mom to drive him. His excitement over his announcement became contagious all summer. Every family member laughed in celebration when he told them about his upcoming adventure. Every family member except me.
I still remember that chubby faced 3 year old that loved to play with toy buses but never left my side. The 2 year old that saw trips with Mom in the car as its own adventure. Now, at the ripe old age of 6, Mom’s car rides just aren’t enough.
Maybe its because I see him as 6 going on 16.
Maybe it’s because I’m not only prohibited from saying goodbye, but I don’t get a hug or kiss either.
Maybe I’m just super-sensitive because of my upcoming departure.
No matter the reason, it’s still official….
He’s growing up.