As I was working with the 2-year-olds today at BSF (http://bsfinternational.org/), while Jose was down the hall in his own 4-year-old class, I got to pondering how much and how quickly my boys have grown up. Jose has gone to BSF with me since he was 2 and now he is finishing up his final year before going to school full-time. Since he began, BSF started a program for younger children (down to 6 weeks, I believe) which I was planning to put Squishy in, but my dad (Pop-pop) lamented the fact that he wouldn’t get the same one-on-one time with Squishy as he had with Jose, so we put off enrolling him. But now, alas, the time has almost come to sign him up for next the fall, and that means he is going to be 2 soon. How did this happen??
Jose is going to be 5 and in kindergarten before I even have time to catch my breath. For him, at least, this doesn’t seem so odd. He’s been an old soul since the moment he was born. Hubby and I have always had the hardest time remembering just how young he is. We expect too much of him, too soon, too often. And yet, now that he is “grown up” and suddenly perfectly able to fulfill almost all the tasks and responsibilities we request of him (including tying his shoes, which he learned after 2 tries – one with mom’s way, one with dad’s; he chose dad’s – back on February 12!) I find myself wishing he was just a little tyke again. I knew as I was doing it that I would regret the high expectations we held for him, but I knew if we didn’t hold those expectations of him, he just wouldn’t be who he was meant to be. He is just mature beyond his years and far too intelligent for his own good, sometimes. 😉 But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And then there is Squishy. Squishy, my little one whom everyone still refers to as “the baby.” I think he is called that more often than he is called his name! That’s just who he is though. He’s a little cuddly bug, typically non-speaking (at least not in phrases), and destructive boy through and through! In fact, at the Y Monday morning, I realized with horror, “My gosh! He’s one of those kids!” He leaves nothing alone, can’t walk by something without touching it, puts everything in his mouth – EVERYTHING – repeatedly does the same thing over and over, etc. But he is seriously so stinking adorable that even strangers just smile and coo at him despite his behavior. It’s a good thing God made kids so cute! But despite his “baby” persona, he definitely has a brain in his head that is whirling and spinning at top-speed all the time. He is constantly learning and absorbing what is around him. He amazes me with his intelligence sometimes, because I forget that despite how he portrays himself, he really isn’t a baby anymore. He can build block towers 11+ blocks high, BY HIMSELF. He knows when he has gone potty in his diaper and hates having number 2 in there. He is so frustrated because he can’t figure out how to make things work when he’s sitting on the toilet. He literally cries sometimes when he realizes that he’s gone in his diaper again and says, “Toyet? Toyet?”
Where did the time go? How did I get to have an almost-5 and almost-2-year-old? When and why did they grow up? I don’t recall giving them permission to do so. In fact, I specifically remember asking Jose at 2 months to quit growing so I could keep him that way for awhile. See how well that worked out? And so I have one leaving BSF this spring to enter Kindergarten, and another entering BSF this fall for his 3-year run. Next thing you know, I’ll be writing about enrolling Squishy and getting his uniforms for school…