Tonight we said "goodnight" for the last time to our little four year old boys. As we were eating the challah I had made for dinner tonight, Cole commented that "...this it the last challah! This is the last challah we will ever eat when we are 4. The next time Shabbat comes, we will be 5." It is with a heavy heart that I watch them officially step out of any semblance of babyhood and into the lives of students; a role they will hopefully know well and have mastered by the time they reach adulthood. They are both excited and fearful. I know my anxiety rubs off on them a bit as much as I try to shelter them from it. Cole especially has expressed that he doesn't want to grow up and Jadon doesn't mind growing up, but wants to live with me forever! I have assured both of them that there are lots of wonderful things about growing up (like driving a car and choosing your own bedtime), but they remain unconvinced. Transition has always been hard for me and experiencing the years fly by is extremely difficult. I have very mixed emotions on their birthdays. Arnie took some final photos of them in their last hours of being four right as they were heading up to bed. In the picture above, Jadon is holding a number 4 and Cole is holding a 5. Enjoy!
2 comments:
Wow, how time has flown by. I still have the picture of me holding the two of them only a week or so after they were born.
I was just looking at a picture that you took of Arnie and I holding them on the same day that I am sure you have that picture from. Crazy!
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