Sniffle, Snort...

My babies graduated kindergarten last night.

I forgot my camera.

I didn't cry.

I don't know how this happened so fast.

Is this how it's going to be? One day you wake up and your baby is walking across the platform?

When people would tell me, "Enjoy it now. They grow up so fast," I couldn't help but think I hope so. I mean, come on, I had three under three. But now I'm starting to get it. The clock is ticking.

This weekend at my baby brother's college graduation I saw a baby that was probably two weeks old or less and I felt kinship with the father. And then I looked at Charming, who is HUGE, and realized we have little in common. He (or his wife) is still up all night. If they are nursing, there's no routine yet. Clothes are too big (rather than too small). Well for Mom, they are probably too small. No smiles. No giggles. No cooing. I've got it good.

But.

It is going so fast. I'm feeling a tad weepy and scared. What if this is my last baby? With Frodo I just assumed I would have more...and then he turned three and was potty trained etc and I thought he might be the end of it...after the hard part was over and I had wished it away. This time I lay awake and watch Charming sleep because next week he may be graduating from college.

Sigh.