It really goes by so fast.

Today was the last day of Jonas’s first year of preschool. I realize that it was just a little two day a week program, but, I say this like all parents, time is going so fast.

When he was a tiny baby, I felt like time stood still. And when people said, “it goes by so fast!”, I sort of just laughed. I know all of this has been said by every other blogger who happens to also be a parent, but he is 33 months old. How is he 33 years old? How is he old enough for gymnastics and swim lessons? How is he finished with a whole year of preschool? How is he wise cracking and class-clowning?

It really does feel like time stood still in his infancy phase – I don’t remember a lot about that time period. I remember his squishy adorable cheeks, and lots of cuddles. But it’s mostly a blur because he was always eating, and never sleeping, and I was so lost. Anyway. Once things got a little better for all of us, things have sped up so much and I just don’t even know.

He is truly the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I worry constantly about if I’m ruining him, or if I could do more for him. I don’t stress him learning anything – I just stress reading and talking and learning things as we go. But should I be sitting him down and making him count as high as he can? Should he be learning sight words? What about maps? I just choose not to stress or fight with him, because there’s plenty of time down the road for that, right? He won’t sit still for coloring or art, for me or at school. When should I start stressing that he do that? What if I’m holding him back in some way?

Anyway. I thought I had more to say, but here I am trying to get words out and I can’t.