Well, today was the first day of a new school year in our neck of the woods – for me, this year especially for some reason, has been bittersweet. Over the last couple of days as I’ve been getting my son ready and I’ve been looking at the posts on Facebook of all my nieces, nephews, and friend’s children going back to school on the first day of the new year, and out of nowhere it hit me….I’m freaking getting older! It’s sort of funny – birthdays don’t really bother me, I don’t get depressed because I’m another year older or feel different or feel like all of a sudden I need to grow up or that I’m too serious or whatever it is birthdays are supposed to do to you.  Back to school apparently is a big slap in the face though… All of these kids that I’ve watched grow up were babies just yesterday, now they’re in Kindergarten and Middle School; tweens, teens, and some even in high school already. Really? When exactly did this happen? Where did the time go?  My little blonde curly headed baby boy with the character backpack, matching lunch box, and light up Velcro tennis shoes is no longer; rather he’s almost as tall as me, wearing man sized shoes, becoming his own person, making more and more of his own decisions, and setting out on his 6th grade adventures.  That means we’re over half way through school – six more short years and the next thing you know he’ll be walking down the aisle at graduation for the class of 2020. I’m not ready and I’m quite positive that a mere six years is certainly not long enough to prepare myself for these upcoming life events. Do all moms and dads get this feeling or is it just me? Maybe I’m weird…or finally just feeling my age…  ~Alison