Growing Up

I had forgotten all about this until I was going through Easter pictures. On St. Patrick's Day, I was busy with some other things, and feeling lazy since Adam was gone to WPPI for the day, so when I mentioned it was time for lunch, Isaiah just made it. Yeah, my four-year-old made lunch for himself and his sister. And served it on green plates to match the holiday, making a picnic on the kitchen floor since it was a special occasion. And directed the blessing on the food himself. Now, this independence isn't always the case, but holy moley!

I guess I'm just feeling nostalgic as this week I'll register my baby boy for kindergarten. Things will never be the same once he has embarked on the elementary school adventure. He is such a bright and capable boy, and I've always expected so much of him. I almost wish I could go back and coddle him more, like I did for Katie. But I know that is part of what makes him so strong, is the fact that he is who he is, and we've always treated him like an individual who can handle anything we throw at him. So, tonight, I am wishing I could cuddle my little boy, although he's too big for much cuddling anymore, and tell him how proud I am of him.