Kindergarten here we come!

Count my numbers 1,2,3

I can even write my name with ease

Aren't you very proud of me.

Kindergarten here we come (here we come)

Kindergarten here we come (here we come)

So long Pre-K it's been fun.

Kindergarten here we come! ~ C.J 

This morning CJ started his journey to "Big Boys School" and he could not have been happier. He woke up early, got dressed twice (he didn't want to wear his blazer), ate breakfast and called his grandma to sing the wheels on the bus. She seemed very happy about that. As we waited for the bus (hence the song) in the rain I realized (AGAIN) that my little boy is growing up and that I don't much care for it. He jumped on that bus like he has been riding alone for years. I was shocked, just a peace sign and he was out. LOL

 He's FIVE and before I know it, he will be Six then SIXTEEN *faints* and all I can do is sit back and enjoy the ride. None of this makes any sense because you know from birth that your kids will get older, I knew at 2 he's be taller than me, that he'd date all that stuff but as the bus pulled away that shit hit home.

He's fiercely independent and I wouldn't want him to be like other kids crying and not wanting to let go but sometimes I do. #Dontjudgeme. Man this mothering this is making me soft, let me log off and get some work done so that when his bus pulls up I can have his snack ready.

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Oh I'd like to say I didn't cry until one of the nuns said "Just like when you bring your child to be baptized and they are called by their names we will call them by name as you bring them forward" TEARS MAN! Not as many as my sister but definitely TEARS SON!