The speed at which time can fly never ceases to amaze me.
It seems like yesterday, we were here.
Yesterday Gabe's class performed a musical. It was based on Mister Roger's Neighborhood, and it was adorable. For weeks, Gabe has been practicing the songs. I'd hear him building with Legos or drawing a picture, just singing his little heart out while he worked.
I told him that I was so excited to see the show that he's been practicing so hard for. His response: "I'm so excited to share it with you!"
This is a big deal for my shy boy, who has come so very, very far. When he was three, he managed to kick a ball into a net while playing a carnival game, so we clapped and cheered for him. He lost it, crying inconsolably for a good half hour. When he was four, his class learned a few songs for Thanksgiving. He held the whole class up because he didn't want to put on his paper bag pilgrim costume and feather headband on and stand up in front of all of the parents. When he was five, he "performed" a few songs during his preschool graduation. And by "performed" I mean stood, lips pursed, body still, not singing a single word or making a single movement.
Yesterday was a big day for my kid. He sang every word, moved every movement, and was serious about putting on a good show. He smiled while he was on stage. Lots of applause during the curtain call didn't phase him.
And while I think this is amazing, I'm even more proud of the year he's had in the classroom. He was respectful to his teachers, kind to his classmates, an eager learner. He is reading incredibly well, constantly tells us scientific facts that he's learned, and figures out math that I wouldn't have guessed he could do. He's such a smart boy.
My first baby is most definitely growing up, and he's turning into such a cool kid. Part of me wants to beg and plead for time to slow down, but the other part of me is so excited to see what a good man this boy is destined to become.