Maybe it started with summer camp. He went for three weeks. I dropped him off and picked him up every day. And every day I felt like he was getting a little bit more confidence and just a little bit older. A little bit more of a big kid.
It’s wild how it just happens.
All of a sudden this kid who I spend all my time with, is off doing things without me with people I don’t know. He’s making his own friends, solving problems on his own (I hope), listening to new adults (I hope) and making his own way.
It’s still a bit surreal.
Somehow summer camp flew by and summer overall has been winding down and now he’s in preschool five days a week. He’s only going for three hours a day, but it’s a bit crazy.
Before I know, kinder will be here and the real fun begins.
Here’s to big changes and exciting times ahead for my little big kid.