This morning was Anna's first day of pre-school. And because she misses the kindergarten deadline by a mere 12 days, she is going every morning. Wow. She is excited. I'm still getting used to the idea.
And as if that isn't enough to TOTALLY convince me that my children are growing up too quickly, when I met Sam in the kitchen this morning, he said,
Sam: "Mom, I had to throw away something very special today. It's in the trash now."
So I opened our trash drawer and inside, at the very top was Blue Blanket. It is his comfort object...the one that he sleeps with every night. It goes with us on every road trip. On every plane ride. He loves Blue Blanket. So I scooped it out of the trash and said,
Me: "Sam, why did you decide to throw Blue Blanket away?"
Sam: (with just a glimmer of tears in his eyes) "The time has come. I'm getting older now and I don't need it anymore. And it's getting so HOLEY!"
So I told Sam we would carefully wash Blue Blanket for the last time, tie it up with ribbon and put it in his baby box. He agreed.
But I'm not sure if I'm ready to part with Blue Blanket. It seems to embody the spirit of that tiny baby that I snuggled with it and of the little boy that had to have it to sleep.
Go ahead. Rip my heart out.