Tuesday, May 26, 2009

it's all elementary


Things are crazy busy here right now, so I'm being a big old blog slacker. Nothing is wrong - quite the contrary - it just seems like time is doing nutty things. Like moving at hyper speed, for one.


My kids are down to one and two days of school, depending on the kid. Tonight we have a Sixth Grade graduation that is going to be a bawl fest all around, and I'm already trying to steel myself for it. This is for the same kid who just laid down in my bed and asked me to sing him to sleep with his favorite lullaby from when he was tiny. I snuggled up to him and sang (badly, as usual), trying to reconcile the thought of an itty bitty baby with this huge twelve year old in my arms. He fell asleep quickly and I briefly considered getting a jump start on the bawl fest, but I resisted. I have a bad feeling that once the tears start, there's going to be hell to pay getting them to stop. It's the end of the elementary school years, the end of an era...the beginning of so much more.


Next year I'll have a high school senior. God help us all.


Send me strength. I'm going to need it.

19 comments:

Tians.sis said...

I don't think you are losing your "baby" just yet. It's very obvious that your son's adore you. But I understand,all too well. As you know,my son's are 41 and 36 years old(omg,I can't believe I said that)anyway,most of the time when I look at them I just see my two little boy's smiling faces looking back. About the senior year,if it's the same as here,you might want to consider adding paypal to your blog.lol

LFG said...

http://www.pretenders.org/lysto.htm


with all humor intended. :))))

ped crossing said...

I am soooooo jealous of your 1 and 2 days left. I have 3 (boys) and 4 (me) weeks left. Doesn't seem to matter what we do, time seems to keep marching on. You're doing something right. Take the big box of kleenex with you and you'll be okay. :)

Aoj and The Hounds said...

Strength sent.

Akelamalu said...

You know it doesn't matter how old they are you still see your 'babies' when you look at them. Mine are 38 and 33 and if they asked if they could sit on my knee and have me nurse them to sleep I would! :)

Iota said...

I had my last ever preschooler event last week (I reckoned the first had been almost exactly 10 years before). My middle schooler won the award in his year for "Citizenship" (ironic really, as he is probably the only kid in the year who doesn't have American citizenship). My elementary schooler won a prize for "Reading", and then they showed a big slide show with the cute faces of all the kids.

You need to get yourself over to Britain and have some stiff upper lip training. It's what you need in these circumstances.

Marti said...

I think that things were easier for us when Lu moved in 6th grade and went right into middle school down here. No tears, just something new. I would have been a cry baby otherwise. Enjoy the moment!

Amy said...

It's funny how our kids make us cry whether they're being horrible or adorable. I love the image of you singing a lullaby to a giant 12-year-old.

And only one and two days left?! My kids have three more weeks, which is dumb because they're so squirrelly they're not getting anything done anyway.

the rotten correspondent said...

Dinah - I just don't know how they got so old so fast. And I'm already seeing the paypal writing on the wall.

Larry - thanks, I needed that. Butthead.

ped crossing - so you get out after your kids? That STINKS.

Angela - received. thank you.

Akela - aren't boys funny? mine would too!

Iota - I think you were the one who told me once (famously) that I could be British with all my repressed emotions. I've got the stiff upper lip down, baby. It's just going to be a little...wet.

Marti - I thought of you last year, believe me. You would have been sobbing right along. When the sixth grade teacher had to turn her back to the audience because she started to cry, it started a very bad scene. I expect more of the same tonight.

Amy - it was really sweet holding this stinky, snoring 12 year old and singing to him. Not that he was much different as a baby...

Mya said...

Oh it will be fine...you won't cry...much...and they will be tears of immense pride (I hope!) As Iota says, stiff upper lip - and lots of tissues, and possibly a snifter of something strong to lift your spirits. And chocolate - there's always chocolate.
Strength with a capital S.

Mya x

Mya said...

Oh it will be fine...you won't cry...much...and they will be tears of immense pride (I hope!) As Iota says, stiff upper lip - and lots of tissues, and possibly a snifter of something strong to lift your spirits. And chocolate - there's always chocolate.
Strength with a capital S.

Mya x

Mya said...

Oh no! I've over-commented, I've over-egged it again! I have no idea how to delete that surplus comment - sorry. You'd think I'd have learnt how to do that by now, wouldn't you? I'm not exactly a greenhorn at this blog mullarkey, am I? Oops.

Mya x

Devon said...

Last night I read an old journal I started when pregnant with my first child. I only wrote about half a dozen times a year and it made me so sad to see how fast time has gone.

Also, that some of the sweetness in our relationship has turned to me constantly nagging to clean rooms, do homework, etc...

The good thing is, (and the timing of your post is perfect), I want to try to put more visible love and less nagging back into our relationship.

Keep your tissue handy!

The Gossamer Woman said...

You'll be fine. There are so many milestones to come your way yet. You can't fall to pieces every time you hit one. Life is full of them and it never ends. Get ready for the rest and enjoy every damn one of them.

Thumbelina said...

I know just where you're at. My boy is going to high school this September too. Just the end of an era. I will never get this time again so I am drinking in every. single. moment.

apronstring said...

I guess I'll just go ahead and start crying right now, if you don't mind.

Mimi said...

As I said in a recent comment, I was at this spot last year, and it is a difficult wrench.
Having said that, my "baby" has had a brilliant year in secondary, blossomed, and still comes into my bed for an odd cuddle. Every time I touch his face, still soft and stubble-free, I wonder for how long?
The relentless pull of time can be very hard.
As someone said, if we could only be born at 80 and progress to 18, life would be much easier!
Good luck with all the celebrations.lol

Tians.sis said...

Butthead..........is that the opposite of Asshole?

LFG said...

I think it's just a "cleaner" version. But I know that she means it in the best possible way.