Not so little any more...

It's been a big week for The Boy. Over the weekend, The Man and I undertook the big flip and moved him into the big room at the front of the house. He picked out a shade lovely shade of called Lagoon, and we rushed out to Ikea and purchased the best furniture you could get from Sweden for that price. The Boy even helped put it together. He is very very proud. Now we are just waiting for the paint to cure before we hang a few things on the wall. (I'll post photos.) We also need a new comforter and linens. I am thinking yellow but we'll see what he thinks.

Then this morning it was time for the big first day of school, Grade 3. He seemed a bit bummed by the whole thing, a sign that he's had a good summer. Still he seemed happy to see his friends. "It's Mom, you don't have to stay." So I hung back. Marveled how little the junior Kindergardeners seem. I remember this little man who wouldn't let me go. Now, he just walks away.

I expect these changes are harder on me than on him. He's growing up, got his own friends. Not going to get any easier this letting go bit. Still he's my little boy.

He crawls into his bed (at 8:15 p.m. -- he's been doing 9:30 lately.) He asks if I'm busy, I ask if I can have 15 minutes to finish moving stuff around. (We're mid-renos here. Always moving.) It's more like 25 when I go back to check on him. He's groggy.
"Hey boo, you not asleep."
"No, I was waiting for a snuggle and it never came."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry bud. Do you want a snuggle now?"

So I'm not going to worry about letting go just yet. He still needs his mom for the snuggling. (I'll post photos soon.)