Today is Owen’s 5th birthday. I can hardly believe that my youngest child is turning 5. I can’t say it seems like just yesterday that he was a baby because these have been long and difficult years. But I have witnessed great progress too. Before our children are even conceived we have so many dreams and ideas of what their lives might be like. It is hard to let those dreams go and find new dreams but we do.
Five is somewhat bittersweet. He is no longer a toddler. He is a boy. He is school aged and will no longer be treated as a preschooler. The expectations will continue to rise and the gap may continue to widen. And I will continue to fight for his best interests.
I had some post written in my head but Owen’s home teacher, whom we have had for just over 2 years, informed us she will be cutting back from 5 to 2 days a week. I hate changes. No doubt she will leave Owen this summer. It is hard to let go of someone whom you trust with your child. But we knew this time would have to come.
Yesterday I brought McDonald’s to his school for lunch. When asked pizza or chicken—Owen said “chicken” or “chichen”. He handed out the Happy Meals and passed out Catch-a-Bubble to his classmates. We sang Happy Birthday and ate Munchins. Today we will go bowling with Michelle and Kevin will come home early for a birthday dinner. He likes to open presents…always a thrill. I would have liked to finish his sweater but I will have it to him by next week.