I Am Not Prepared

I am not prepared.  I really don't know where the time has gone.  My parents used to tell me that the older you get the faster the time goes.  I laughed them off.  Do you remember when the days went on forever?  When it seemed like next week was a year away?

In just 12 days, my son will be starting middle school.  JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL!  He's my baybee...  my first born!  How can he possibly be nearly 12 years old?

I am not prepared.  Yesterday he spent the day at the school.  Meeting his classmates and teachers, getting to know the lay of the land, learning to open a combination lock, and generally making me feel old.  The open house was last night and he was so excited to show me all his classrooms, his very own locker, and introducing me to his homeroom teacher.  Oh, and his "girlfriend" too...

I am not prepared.  Maybe it's because I just had a new baby, maybe it's because Rowan bore a striking resemblance to her older brother when she was born, maybe it's because I just want them to stay baybees forever.

I am not prepared for this.