My youngest turned 4 last month. He can spell his name: S-E-T-H and is learning to write the letters, although unless you are his mom or preschool teacher, you likely won't recognize them. A few months back, when we would go to church on Sundays, Seth would cry and refuse to stay in sharing time (which is like a Children's Sunday School). I would have to stay in there with him, and even sit in the row for him to stay. When it came time to go to his class with the other 3 and 4 year olds, Seth was fine, and actually welcomed doing that and would send me away. But sometime this past November, Seth decided that I didn't need to stay with him in Sharing Time either. He would stay in the room, and I would stay in the hall, peeking in the little window, not quite believing that he wasn't going to come running out in tears in the next 30 seconds. But each week, it went the same, and soon, I wasn't loitering in the hallway and could go to my own Sunday School class.
Today, I looked at my baby boy, as he ran down the hall, waving good-bye, not needing me to accompany him anymore to the Sharing time room. He didn't even look back.
Growing up is hard to do for this mommy!
P.S. GO VIKINGS GO! You can do it!
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