… dotted by Meghann
It’s that time of year; when parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles all over Dorchester and the world at large will sit back, scratch their heads and think, “Where did the time go?”… so at least I know that I’m not alone in what I’m feeling.
Tomorrow is my 3-year-old son’s last day at the daycare he’s attended for the past two years. And while he’ll undoubtedly miss Miss Cynthia and her staff, he’ll be attending camp at the Hyde Park YMCA this summer and next fall he’ll start at Ashmont Nursery School; he’s über-excited about the prospect of both.
Me on the other hand? I want to sit down and cry big, fat, salty tears because I know that this is just the first in a long line of “lasts” on the long/(short) road to his adulthood …
Just so you know, Meghann, I cried on Ava’s last day of Miss Cynthia’s. You may remember that Ava is not my child. Don’t even get me started on my own.
So glad I’m not the only one KSL; not looking forward to this afternoon’s goodbyes!
I am going to cry not seeing Rett there anymore! He gives me hugs when I pick Adella up. Sweet boy!
Awww, really? The first thing he does is in the morning when he gets there is find Adella and give HER a big hug. He loves you Perrottis!