Making memories

R8 and I have a tradition. I take him to school on the first day. We have several traditions during the year but this is one of my favorites. I love making memories.

I love to watch him. See the look on his face. He walks into school, totally comfortable in his skin. Talks to everyone he sees. And I do mean everyone. As he walks down the hall I hear Hi R8 or Hey R8 how was summer? I am left asking him who was that. He tells me their name and keeps walking. I am amazed.

We go to his classroom. Meet the teacher, find his seat and then I get my hug good bye.

I then make my way down to the kindergarten hall to say hi to his old teacher, Mrs. D. Stop by to say hi to his old first grade teacher Mrs. H. and then on to Hubs' room. Tell him have a great first day and I am off to work.

I have done this for the past three years. Where did the time go? When did R8 get so big. When did he become so confident. I am so blessed to have a ring side seat to watch him.

He is the most lovable little boy. He still like me snuggle with him. He still wants to sit in my lap and rock him occasionally.

These years are going by way to fast. I just want to freeze time and take in every moment. One time I was holding hands with R8 and I traced each one of his fingers with my fingers. I stared at his hand in mine. I studied each detail. He finally asked me what I was doing. I told him making a memory.

One day when he is grown. I will remember a small boy who's hand used to fit into mine and be much smaller. I will remember the softness of his skin. The out line of his knuckles. The lines on his palms. I will remember every small detail.

One day when I am old and he is grown, I will want to hold his hand. His hand will be the bigger one. I will once again trace his fingers with my fingers. I will stare at my small hand in his.

And I will make a new memory.