Some how I am totally convinced that The Boy was born about a month ago and that there is no possible way that I am old enough to be the mother of a child about to finish Kindergarten. Didn't I just graduate from college?

When you have a baby, everyone likes to inform you that the years will fly by and the children will grow up before you know it. Although, intellectually you can understand this, those sleepless nights and screaming hours of babyhood seem like they are going to last forever. You know you'll remember everything forever, so why bother to write it all down?

Then suddenly, even faster than all those people warned you it would happen, your child is going off to school -- and then finishing Kindergarten. You've probably gotten a few wrinkles or grey hairs. You're getting old and they, those little tiny adorable (though squalling and non-sleeping) babies, have become tall, lanky kids about to begin real school.

When? When did it happen? Today, The Boy will officially be a rising first grader. Summer will be gone in a blink. His legs will get even longer and time will keep moving on.