Dear Time, Where did you go?

Dear Time,
Where did you go? Wasn't it just yesterday that I learned the news of my pregnancy? I could have sworn it was just yesterday that I delivered my baby. Now, my "baby" is a baby no more. Time, where did you go? We went school shopping today. Wasn't this supposed to happen years down the road? No, it couldn't be coming this soon. It doesn't make sense! Didn't we just come home from the hospital? Didn't we just start sleeping through the night? And didn't he just say Momma for the first time!? What? What's that? I know, I know. He's five. Five whole years old. Exactly one more month until he goes to kindergarten. Where have you gone, Time? How did it come to be that my "baby" now sometimes seems to know more than me? How is it that my "baby" can speak in complete sentences, and have full conversations? How is my "baby" learning to read? How did it get to this point so fast? Don't get me wrong, Time, I am so proud of him, and so honored to experience his life, and his newest accomplishments, but how come it flashes before my eyes? That saying "time sure flies when you're having fun," is so true. Can't we slow it down? Why does it go so fast?! Just a suggestion.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Momma.


The time has come for my "baby" to go to kindergarten. One month to the day left of being home with Mommy...then he's on to his school years, that will take him 5 days a week for the next 13 years. I guess part of being a Momma is learning to let go? I know the time has come, but what if I'm not ready yet?