Yesterday, I took BubTar for his start of school haircut. As I watched him sit in the chair, I realized I had scarcely had to remind him to be still. I didn't have to hold his head steady for the delicate parts, as I had in the past, either. He almost doesn't need me hovering nearby, unless he has an unfortunate itch on his face. Soon enough, he won't need me to stand with him at all, I'll be able to sit in the waiting area with the other parents of big kids. Watching him sitting there so calmly, I thought of his first haircut full of wiggles and wobbles, when my chubby baby became a toddler boy. Just then he giggled as the buzzer tickled his neck and I saw that toddler's gleam in his eyes.
Today, BubTar when to his first major league baseball game. One of our hometown heroes had his number retired. It was a nice ceremony, and I couldn't help note that this player's conclusion in the game was my son's introduction to it.
Tomorrow, he starts kindergarten. He'll be attending the same private school he attended for Pre-K and he will still be in a half-day program, so it doesn't feel quite as monumental as if we were jumping out of our small pond or starting full day classes, but it is still a milestone. Last year was huge; it was the first time he attended school without me on the premises, but this year, I'll have a kindergartener. Wasn't he just this big?
I swear it was only yesterday.