Why?
[info]candesintx
My son, Tucker, was so excited to be going to the BIG class, Preschool.  Hugs and kisses and a wave good-bye and I was on my merry way to work.  I gather the novelty has worn off and we're back to hiding behind Mommy's legs, clinging, whinning and crying and me peeling him off of me just so I can leave.

It's wonderful that he loves me like that and wants to be with me rather than his friends but I feel horrible when I have to leave him like that.  I wish I didn't have to push him into his class.

It's a total flashback for me. 

The Boogie Man
[info]candesintx
Well, Tucker has developed a fear of monsters in his room lately.  He now has a night light and I have to leave his door open "all the way to the wall."

May be it's all the Halloween displays in stores and flyers that come in the mail?  And what is up w/ stores having to decorate their aisles like a haunted house?  Some displays are down right disturbing.  Though Tucker is scared of the grey, glowing red-eyed monster, he's still intrigued and wants to see more.  Isn't that like us humans?  We can't seem to tear ourselves away from a horrible accident on the highway, so we create traffic jams and rubber-neck.  We complain about the back up but as soon as it's our turn to pass the accident we gawck and slow down.  I digress.

My son is growing up so fast.  I mean right before my eyes.  I was just looking at the photo I posted of him pushing the stroller.  That was taken earlier this year and Tucker looks so much taller, so much older now.  How much longer will I be dressing him?  I mean the boy already can do most of it himself AND he's managed to put his shoes on the right feet a couple of times.  

He's pointing out numbers and letters, as in he can tell the difference between the two.  He asked me this morning, "What number is that?" as he pointed to the number "2."  *Sigh*  Did I mention he was in Pre-school?

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