Posts Tagged ‘first grade’

This week at my son’s school is Drug Awareness Week. Mostly, for short, it’s called “Drug Free Week” – which is oddly unsettling, considering he’s in 1st grade and it’s an ELEMENTARY school. As if, for this week, no drugs for you first graders!! Aah… I wish he didn’t even have to learn about that crap, but I guess the reality of it is he DOES have to learn, because there are actual scumbags out there that realy WOULD try to get my 1st grader to use drugs. Asshats.

So anyway, for the week each day is a different theme. Today is his favorite theme – crazy sock day. Needless to say, being  a little boy his socks just don’t get too crazy. We won’t discuss his mama’s crazy sock collection, that’s entirely beside the point. So, he got a grey sock, and a white sock with red & blue stripes at the top. To him, that was crazy. He was very, very proud of his crazy sock selection. I’m just glad I didn’t have to send him off in any of mine….

Before school this morning, he lifted his pants to show Aimee his crazy socks, as he cracked up laughing. She asked why his socks didn’t match, it took her a minute to catch on (she had just woken up, in her defense). I made a comment about it being drug week at school… and… here’s the kicker…

N says….

“NO mom, it’s FREE DRUGS at school this week!!!”

(P.S. – It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about lately, it’s just that I’m being greedy! Sorry. I promise to start writing more regularly. I’ve also just been really busy. New guy, looking for a new job, very little sleep, etc, etc.)

It’s a bittersweet day.

My little Cletus has graduated Kindergarten, and is now officially a 1st grader. I’m so proud of him. He has been through a lot this year… first the loss of a baby brother or sister, and then his father and I separating…. yet he kept on going, and has learned to deal with things in ways that I never wanted him to have to deal with at his age.

I remember when he was born. I was so insanely happy when they told me it was a boy. (And entirely justified for the previous 28 hours of bitching I had done when they told me he was just under 10 lbs.). I couldn’t wait to be his mom, to be his friend, to teach him things and watch him grow. Last year when he started Pre-K I felt as if I was handing my sweet baby over to someone else, and I was so worried about how and what he would learn. While he naturally learned things I’d rather him not, he also learned more than I ever dreamt of.

I’m babbling, I know. This is probably not going to make a whole lot of sense because truthfully, I’m not sure where I’m headed with this. I just know that sitting here looking at my boy, it’s hard to believe that 6 years of his life have already gone by.

Cletus

I have always tried to savor every moment with him, to make all the time together count, and to make good memories with him… yet in looking at him, and wondering where the time went, I feel like I missed something. Maybe I just miss those times gone by, the times that we can never get back. Maybe I need to get out some video of him when he was two, maybe that would feed my aching soul. The hugs lasted longer back then.

He’s growing up. I don’t like it one bit. Do I have to? He may be the only kid I ever have, I’m just not ready for him to grow up so fast…

I’m going to spend some time with Cletus. I am in dire need of some mommy time…

Go hold your kid close if you’ve got one. Someday they aren’t going to let us hold them so tight anymore, and I feel as if that day is just around the corner. I dread it.