#349/365--Growing Up, Too Fast

Although he is standing on the curb, none too soon he will be this much taller than me.  And I am bitter about it.  Well...bitter and proud mixed together.  Bitter and proud and happy.  And sad.  What are all these mixed up emotions I'm going through?  This was his last elementary Christmas visit from Santa in the helicopter.  Doesn't really seem like a big deal.  I mean the kid hasn't believed in Santa for a few years.  That must have been bittersweet in and of itself...except, I don't remember it happening.  Much like these past few years.  Kindergarten seems like it was yesterday.  And already, on Christmas Eve, he will be 12.  Twelve.  A whole dozen years ago...and it's all happening gradually--yet, too fast.

Thankfully, the guy on stilts was not here for the Santa visit this year.  (See last year's blog- http://jnelmo1.blogspot.com/2010/12/351365-stilts-freak-me-out.html - for the reference, if you don't know me.)