Today is the Last Day....

I could tell you that today is the last day that my oldest son is 4, but that would be sentimental and sappy. The last day, **SIGH**. Today is the last day before he turns 5. He is big now, and he has informed me that today is the last day before his birthday.
Another milestone, they seem to keep coming. He’s big now, today is the last day he’s a baby.

Of course, I am sure he is thinking since he is big now, he will have freedom to use the scissors and glue without asking and he can climb fences, trees, and anything he can without supervision or tennis shoes.
He’s asked about learning to drive and riding his bike. I think the bike riding is an option, but driving the soccer-mom-mini-van is out for another 10 years.

We have a date tomorrow, just Joey and I. I am picking him up from school and taking him to lunch on his big day. I have not had a date with a boy in some time and I am looking forward to hanging out with him, plus we are going to Gunther Toodies to have shakes and cheese fries. He won’t admit it, but he’s excited, and he hides a monster smile every time I mention our date.

I could tell you that today is the last day that my baby will be 4. But I won’t, that would be sentimental and sappy, and I am not going to do that. I won’t tell you that I was in labor for 38 hours with my not-so-baby-boy. I won’t talk about his first word being MA and I won’t even mention the million plus times I got up with him in the night to sooth away tears and fears. I won’t talk about the time I held him in my arms on the way to the emergency room when we found out he was allergic to Amoxicillin. I am sure Joey said poon for spoon for what seemed like years and he used to laugh when I made funny faces. All those moments seem so far away. Because he’s big now, not small like his little brother, who mimics his every move, and worships the ground he walks on.

I could tell you that today is the last day I will call him my baby, but if I did that I’d be lying. He knows he’s special, because he is my first baby. No matter how big he gets, he’ll always be my first baby. When he turns 10, when he turn 16, when he drives, brings home his first girlfriend, and when he moves out, his first love and his first loss, and when he has his first big job, and his first baby, and all the things that he will go thru, he will always be my first baby and he has ushered into our lives all the “firsts”.

I could tell you that today is the last day that my oldest son will be four, but that is sentimental and sappy. Today is the day before my oldest son turns 5 and tomorrow when he is 5, I will look at him a little differently. I will start to see him as a big boy, my son who helps out, says the prayer at dinner, and can make his own sandwiches. The same kid who liked The Wiggles and the Disney channel, now likes karate, and is learning about faith, respect, honor, and loyalty. I will take another look at him and thank God for the blessings in my life. Thank Him for my first baby, who is not a baby anymore.

I could tell you today is the last day that my son will be four, but I won’t.