Two weeks from tomorrow my boy heads off to Kindergarten. Fellow parents have asked if we are sad about the upcoming occasion, to which my darling husband replied, "No way! Why would we be sad?!?!" I will admit that tears have been shed at least once on my end. Back in May when he was given his preliminary entrance test, I decided to take the day off and spend it with my boy. We had a great day just the two of us, and as we were driving to a local museum he requested the Tarzan soundtrack. The very same soundtrack that I listened to over and over while waiting for him to come home. Something about the gorilla mother/human son adoption story spoke to me, and I love "You Will be in my Heart" by Phil Collins (it was the song my father and I danced to at my wedding). The soundtrack is a popular choice at Paul's daycare and he also loves that song. Something must have spoken to his subconscious because he also loves the drums. So there we were, driving along and listening to the drumbeats, when the tears started to sneak out of my eyes. I looked in my review mirror and saw my boy all grown up and ready to start a new adventure, and it felt as if mere moments had passed since he was in the back seat of the Civic crying his eyes out on that long drive home from the airport. It wasn't so much the whole separating from mom and going off to school thing that got to me - we have been going through that for years now. It was the thought that the next time I glance in that mirror he is going to be a teenager, begging me to let him take a turn at the wheel. Cliche, I know. But I never expected time to speed up the way it has. To quote Phil: "Son of man - a man in time you'll be".
