Before I get started, I'd like to take a moment to brag on my little boy. Granted, its totally within the normal realms of motherhood to think your child is different, unique and likely to be immensely more sucessful than the rest of the little brats running around. But take it from me, my little boy is one of a kind. First and foremost, because he challenges everything I've always focused on. That friends, has always been me.
Caiden embarked on what for him was the first day of the rest of his life last Monday. Kindergarten. Ahh yes, the thrills of school cafeteria food, riding the bus and of course learning to shut your mouth and sit still. It astounds me the amount of love I can have for this little being. After insisting he walk to class all by himself, eager to shed any whispers of dependance, I watched him walk through the bright red doors and down the hall. My heart was surging with pride and fear and a whole lot of other typical first day mom-emotions. I know the next twelve years will fly by. All I hope is that when my stint as caregiver, homework helper & storybook reader ends and he is no longer content with spending Saturday nights playing endless games of Connect 4 with me, he will be the kind of man other mothers will hope end up with their daughters.