...The days are long, but the years are short.
Oh my word... and how I have had this message rammed home in the past week. Firstly, who does this gorgeous big boy belong to?
Surely, it can't be me. Because wasn't it just yesterday that I brought my baby boy home from hospital? It was... it really was.... just yesterday! *sigh*.. where has the time gone?
Next year, my big boy moves into the Boys Prep School. We (the parents) had our introductory talk to the Prep school on Thursday evening. On the one hand, I was absolutely blown away by how lucky our children are to go to such an awesome school.... and on the other hand, I was a bit gobsmacked at what a mans-world the Prep school will be. Surely my baby could not cope in such a mans environment? And then I came home from the talk and looked at my boy.... and really looked and listened. And yes... he is ready. It's me who's not! The Junior Prep is verrrry different to the boys prep.... and I fear that I will do a lot of growing up with my boy next year, as he morphs into one of those awesome prep school boys.
The headmaster gave a speech which really struck a chord with me. He focused his speech on a certain boy (now on the brink of man-hood) This boy has just been made Head boy for St Stithians College for 2012. He came up through the Prep school, hence the focus on him. The headmaster showed a class photo of the boy when he was in Gr 3 at the Prep school. And he said " This is him in Gr 3, when he started at St Stithians Boys Prep in 2003".... and then it struck me. 2003 - thats 8 years ago. 2003 is the year my son WAS BORN. And I cant quite fathom how we've got from 2003 to 2011 and I suddenly have an 8 yr old!!! Well... I better brace myself, because spin forward another 8 years and I will have a Gr 12 MAN in my house, in his last year of school! And if the last 8 years are anything to go by, .. then I am literally going to blink... and we'll be there. WOW.
So - I guess my message is this: Savour these days, even the verrry long ones (wine helps ;)), because the years flash by and before we know it, we'll have empty nests :( And I'm thinking the wine may not be so comforting then.... the silence will be deafening though :)
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