This morning was Xiana's first day of ninth grade. Jackson and I walked her to the school bus and then Jackson rode his little bike around while we waited for the bus to come. Jackson was so excited to see the big bus, and looked at me so intently, his little eyebrows turned down and he said, "Mommy, I want to go on the school bus."
Just as Xiana's bus pulled away, another bus came behind and picked up a little elementary kid who was waiting with her mom. The mom walked on the bus to get her situated and it took a long time before the bus finally pulled away.
Pregnancy hormones kicked in and before I knew it I was teary-eyed and wanting to hug Jackson and tell him to not grow up, but to stay my little buddy forever. Of course, he was speeding away on his bike and I had to "run"--more like shuffle-- after him so he would not ride out into the street. So, no tender moment there, but it did make me want to really enjoy all the little sweet moments and not dwell on the frustrating moments as much.