Gone in an instant

“Time flies” has become such a cliché, hasn’t it? But how else do you describe the way time picks up and grows closer to warp speed the older you get?

20120707_151429I still remember how much I wanted to start school when I was little. My brother would head off to the bus and I had to stay home. And now, in a twinkle, it’s my son’s turn to start school. About 3 weeks ago, we heard from the school that they would offer transitional kindergarten and that we should take a look since our oldest qualifies.

I hadn’t expected to walk down that path until next year, knowing he misses the birthday cutoff by about 20 days. An now, suddenly, that reality is thrust in my face. The reality that he’s growing up. That he WANTS to go to school. That time is going more quickly than I like. That my time of influence over him is dwindling and other people will at some point have more influence than we do. That I have to let go. That he’s such a sweet soul and is going to face difficulties with his speech and being a bit behind the others. That other kids can be cruel and no matter how much I want to protect him, I can’t.

That was brought to my attention last night in stark, painful reality. And it almost ended in utter tragedy.

We went to dinner last night with the daughter and her boyfriend. We hadn’t hung out together in a while, so it was nice to visit and have a good meal together. After we said our goodbyes, we went to the car. We were parked on the street, and it’s a busy one headed out to Shelter Island. While we were getting the little one ready for his seat, the oldest was impatient. We had asked him to stand on the sidewalk for a moment and then I was going to walk him to his door, since it’s the one street-side. As we were dealing with M, the wee one, F jetted out in the street.

My heart stopped as both John and I yelled “STOP!!!!” as loudly and forcefully as we could. There were multiple cars speeding by.

He stopped at the edge of the car, just a split second away from getting hit. Our future without two sons flashed before my eyes and I almost lost my dinner right then and there.

Daddy had a long, stern talk with F about being careful and not running into the street. And as I put M in his seat, I said a silent prayer of thanks that he stopped. That he listened for once (because sometimes he keeps going and we have to say stop more than a few times). And that we didn’t have to deal with the “what ifs” that came perilously close to coming true.

And so today, I am hugging my kids a little tighter, grateful for every hug, every mess, every moment. Because it can be taken away in an instant. And we came way too close to that last night.

I can’t keep him by my side forever. I know that. But it doesn’t make it any easier sometimes, this letting go. One of the things we have to get good at as a mom, even as it breaks our hearts to do so.

In spite of all that, though, I do want him to have fun, learn, and make new friends as he starts off on a new adventure, a new phase in his life.

Oh, the places you’ll go, son.

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10 Responses
  1. Sugar Jones says:

    Oh, Becky, how scary!! With four kids of my own, I can tell you this has happened a couple of times. Thankfully, they’re all older and smarter about parking lots, but sometimes, I think what about crazy drivers? It’s so true… life can be tragically altered forever. Holding those babies close is the only remedy for the what-ifs that can haunt a Mother’s worrisome heart.

  2. Ginger (5 comments.) says:

    Oh wow, how scary! These kids man, they just are so awesome, but they’re also just one big raw mommy emotion walking around.

  3. Crazy Kwistin (1 comments.) says:

    Oh my goodness, glad everyone is okay!!! Scary!!

  4. Sondra (1 comments.) says:

    Those moments are scary and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. My heart jumped into my throat while reading that. Hugs to you all as you start on this new adventure.

  5. San Diego Momma (Deb) (8 comments.) says:

    Oh sweet Lord. My heart stopped reading it.
    I’m glad all is well, all is well.

  6. Colleen Lanin says:

    It’s the worst fear, isn’t it? Thank God he’s alright!

  7. Laura Lohr @mommycanrun (3 comments.) says:

    Ooh my! What a scary thing to have happen! Thank goodness he stopped! I am glad everything turned out okay.

  8. becky says:

    Thank you ladies, for the comments. And yes, so grateful that things are okay.

    Also? School is exhausting. He’s doing great, while I’m barely functioning. I hope I can adjust to the new schedule soon.

  9. maggie may (2 comments.) says:

    Oh my God..I felt sick reading it. I’m so very, very glad he is OK, and man. It’s hard to be a parent. Your life in theirs. xo

  10. Joann Woolley (4 comments.) says:

    It seems we need 3 or 4 hands to be parents. I am glad he’s okay and that it was instead a scare and nothing worse… I know the feeling.