Ayden’s Aunt Erin, niece Kate, his Grammy and his Pop have been watching him for the past 15 months during mom and dad’s daytime working hours. It all ends tomorrow when the little man will begin his first day of… daycare.
I dread it in a normal way. Typically I am overly worried about everything.. but the place seems wonderful and Ayden seems ready to meet and play with others of his own intellect. So .. here we go.
He will, as all kids do, cry as we say bye. And he will be happy when we arrive to get him.. and that may happen for a while. Then he will defy us learning what other kids around him say.. and he will argue. And grow up. And be a kid. And a teen .. oh my God I am getting ahead of myself.
If Coalspeaker.com exists on this Tumblr platform 18 years from now when Ayden graduates, or 19 depending on whether he flunks some future algebra class, I will feel old. Here I am, at the ….semi young age of 31 and dreading daycare for my son. My wife agrees with my worry. We have both made it a chore but a duty to not talk about our feelings on this one.. just go with the flow.
As the flow goes.. so does time.
Ayden Morris…. 15 months into life…. about to begin a new little tiny itsy bitsy little child chapter…
My bet is he has some type of runny nose or full blown flu from another child by mid June. Something else for a parent to worry about.
