I cannot believe that Daemyan is in 5th grade!
Today was his first day, which, of course was met with excitement and anxiety. (By both of us!)
Once he was re-united with his best buds, I was pretty much non-existent, a.k.a., embarassing.
I have come to accept this painful part of growing up.
What I don't tell, (and never would), his homies, is that he still likes to snuggle at night and get a backrub. He still wants me to make up stories to help him fall asleep. He still wants warm milk, his vitamins and a papaya tablet. As "insignificant" as these things seem to be, they are precious and fleeting as life itself. I understand his need to break away from grandma in front of others, but I know better!
His precious little life is growing and changing and I have to help him be independent by just "being there". How cliche, but how true.
He came home excited and enthusiastic and my heart is filled with joy and gratitude.