People that know me know that I make a big deal out of "lasts" and "firsts." On the last day that Joey was "5" we had a celebration. Then on the first day Joey was "6" we had a celebration. On the last day of school we have a celebration and on the first day of school we celebrate. Tomorrow, is the last day of summer before my little guy heads out to be a "grader." A FIRST GRADER! Here is why I celebrate; I once met a lady who was looking at Joey in the line at Macy's. Joey was about 2 and in rare form. He was actually the definition of HYPER. The woman must have seen the sheer panic in my eyes. However, she was so sweet to him. She asked him all sorts of questions and he answered to the best of his 2 year old ability. As he began to calm down she looked like she was about to cry. Then, she cried. She full out cried in the Macy's holiday line and people were...staring. I asked her what was wrong and she apologized a million times over and said something about her son that had passed away when he was 4. Not wanting to be nosy and make her more upset, I simply apologized to her. "He looks just like my Jakey" she said, pulling herself together. "It's only been two years and every year I think about having one more day with him." As I stood there, frozen I just thought about Joey and all of the life he has left to live and can't imagine my world without him. I started crying! A complete stranger brought me to tears in the Macy's holiday line. I gave her a hug and Joey did too. I didn't tell Joey to hug her, he just felt like hugging her.
So, now we celebrate the good days and the bad days alike. I cry on the first day of school and I cry on the last. But, we celebrate!!! Lately, I have found out just how fragile life is and how quickly things can change. We are never, ever in control of anything. It's so scary to think but keeping the bigger picture in mind brings things back into focus. So, tonight is the last non-school night before school starts on Thursday. So, since tomorrow is the last day of summer we are doing a photo shoot in the strip district, having lunch with a friend and hitting up Hampton Pool one more time. Since I have been told that 1st grade is a "Pinocchio" year- They go in BLOCK heads and come out REAL little people- I want to relish in some of the Joey-ism's that he will enter 1st grade with but his 1st grade teacher will probably rid him of.
Things Joey says:
Sassy- "Mama you are being super sassy today." He uses this when I yell.
Yiddle- "That is a really yiddle bug." He can say LITTLE but he knows I think yiddle is cuter. Wrong, I realize.
Concerned- "I'm concerned about which way is left and which is right." He means confused.
Dram-ma- "Grandma" just stuck since he was "yiddle."
My Love Bird- His true love, Sierra. A girl he met in Kindergarten.
Love Birds- "Look at those love birds over there." Anyone kissing.
Hubba Hubba- "Oh nice outfit Mama, Hubba Hubba!" Directly from Pop Pop Ron!
Putt Putt Timmy- My dad, who golfs so Joey puts a play on Pop Pop and calls him Putt Putt.
These are just a few- Most of which I hope will stay but that old first grade teacher can take care of the grammatical ones...I guess.
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