The Boy Waking Up And Being Six. Did You Notice The Balloon?
Who gave him permission to grow up so fast? It certainly wasn’t me. I usually indulge the Missus with a sympathetic shoulder when she is sad about the Boy growing up. This time I need the indulging.
Last Time Checking On My Sleeping Five-Year-Old
Up until now, I have met each milestone and new stage in my son’s life with excitement and pride. But, I have to say, my son turning six was hard for me. I will miss this version of him- his five-year-old self. The loud, energetic, funny, opinionated five-year-old self his Mother and I will never meet again. Oh, sure, we have photos and videos. Being one of the most photographed kids on the planet, we have plenty of those. It just won’t be the same, you know?
The Boy and I Checking Out The Plane
I had the brilliant idea (if I do say so myself) of taking the Boy out of school on his birthday, taking him on his first plane ride, and going on the Polar Express in Sacramento.
Two White Knuckle Flyers And One Newly-Six-Year-Old
The trip was everything I hoped it would be (mostly). Having arrived in a very soggy Sacramento, the flight, renting a car, and getting to the hotel had all been fine. As afternoon turned to evening, the time to go on the Polar Express was upon us.
The Boy- New Darth Vader PJs And All
Before boarding, the Boy got to meet Santa Claus. Between train departures, there was a short lull in the crowds lining up for Santa, and the Boy got some unexpected one-on-one time with him.
As we headed to the train station, the Boy, with a sense of awe, said, “I think that was the real Santa!”. Maybe six isn’t that old after all.
The train ride was magic and I recommend it to any parent with small kiddos. It’s my understanding that there are Polar Express rides available across the country. If you took your kid on one and had a wonderful time, please leave a comment and let us all know about it!
The Boy, Right, Clapping For Santa With His New Best Friend He Met On The Train
Watching the boy in excited anticipation of Santa arriving at our seats, I realized that although this time when my son is small will be all too short, it isn’t over in one quick step. It’s two enthusiastic steps forward towards being a “big boy”, followed by one cautious step back to being a “little boy”. Didn’t Erma Bombeck say something about that? For now, it’s a step towards enjoying the magic that is Christmas when you’re a child. So, son, I embrace your growing up. It’s a wonderful thing. But, go easy on me. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to do it.
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