Last week, Zane, my 3 1/2 year old spent his first night away from both me and my husband. It was his first time away from us, from home. Granted, he was at his grandparents (the land of fun and never-say-no) with his two older sisters, but I was surprised it went as well as it did.
I figured the first couple nights would be fine. And they were. But homesick? Not my little guy! I called one night to see how things were going, wanted to talk to Z on the phone. He told me "I can't talk right now, Mama. I'm too busy playing." Ok, fine. I wiped my tears back and chalked it up to him having a good time. Can't discount him that, right?
Well, this morning when I asked him if he wanted to call someone to come over and play, he informed me that he no longer "plays," he now "hangs out." This is going way too fast for me. He is not cool enough to "hang out." He is just a little boy! I went to the bathroom and wept. I want my little Zane "Pine" Martin back, even if it means he doesn't get to stay at grandma and grandpa's and I don't get a much needed week off!
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