It’s just a proof.
You know, the grainy picture you get from school with the word PROOF right over the center.
Well, this proof I knew was coming. They told me if was coming. But yet I still wasn’t prepared to see this…
My Big Roo, in a silky, purple gown with a cap sitting perfectly on top of his head.
No, I wasn’t prepared to see my now five-year-old looking so grown up.
He looks so much like me in this picture. The eyes, that smile. I can’t get over it.
I can’t get over that in a few months, he’ll trot off to Kindergarten ready to face a whole new world of cafeterias, school supplies and new friends.
I can’t get over that in a few months, he’ll be “school-aged” and not just a “preschooler.”
I can’t get over this proof.
But life ages us bit by bit, so swimming-through-mud slow that we don’t seem to notice how much we’ve grown until we’re smacked upside the head with something like a birthday. And then we say “oh time has just FLOWN by.”
And it has. But it hasn’t.
I didn’t really see a five-year-old until I saw this proof. Yet now I do. It’s like that stamp PROOF is indeed just that. Proof that Big Roo is just a little older than I realized.