Nathan is going to be in 3rd grade. I’m not sure why, but this feels like an important grade. Maybe because on my second day of 3rd grade we had a big life change, moving from one city to another. A smaller town where you could ride your bike or walk anywhere you wanted to go. The park was 2 blocks away and the library was not much farther. It’s when my memory begins to become one long cohesive track, instead of skips and jumps. It’s when I started to become more aware of things that were happening in life outside of my house. I guess, it’s when I started to grow up just a little.
For some reason Nathan being in the 3rd grade makes me feel emotions that are hard to put into words. I am not ready for him to start growing up even more. In my mind, he is still the happy go lucky, shy, 4 year old who didn’t care if his mom wanted to hug and kiss him.
