I started working in real estate when my youngest son started the first grade. I worked part-time his year in kinder garden, as his was a half day school.
I see pictures of a lot of people crying because their kid went to school for the first time. Not me, I was glad to have some time for myself, and go out and make some money.
Years later: My son is now eleven years old. He still follows me around, and in general does as he is told. This past Sunday, at church we were waiting for the service to start, and he told me that he was going to get some water. Five minutes later when he didn't come back, worried, I got up to go look for him. He was sitting by himself in the back of the church, and when I asked him what he was doing there, he said "you are embarrassing me Mom"
He asserted his independence for the first time, and although proud of him, and I have always known that this day would come, it hit me so unexpectedly that when I went back to my seat, I couldn't help but cry. My son is growing up and there is nothing that I can do about it.
Somehow, I feel compelled to share this with whoever relates to it. Aghh, I just cried again.
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