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Jackson


Jackson.
My first born.
He's a stud!
He's intelligent.
Empathetic.
Helpful.
Very independent.
A perfectionist.
Funny.
Wide eyed.
Curious.
Did I mention what a stud he is??

Today is picture day.  I was going to just put him in a button-up and sweater, but he begged and begged for a bow tie.  I told him we should change it up a bit because the last two years he's worn a bow tie for school pictures.  To which he informed me that he LOVES bow ties because he's worn them his whole life.  Not quite true, but if the boy wants a bow tie because he's a bow tie boy, then I had to let him wear a bow tie again.  So I put the boy in a button-up and sweater WITH a bow tie, but he said, and I quote, "Mom, I don't want to wear this sweater because I look so much cuter without the sweater, and I HAVE TO look cute for picture day."  He's definitely his mama's child.


But the reason for this post is because of last Friday.
He got his first report card with REAL grades.
Let me preface by saying, I did NOT cry this year when I dropped him off at school.  I didn't even want to cry- I wasn't holding back tears, he was just going to school.  I was proud of myself!  I'm totally getting this mom-thing down!
But then he got his first report card with REAL grades last Friday.
I don't know why, but I just cried and cried.  Seeing number grades on my baby's report card just hit me like a ton of bricks.
My baby is too small for real grades.
I was just singing "The Wheels On The Bus" while he splashed in the tub.
I was just snapping pictures while he gummed his first teething cookie.
And I was just laughing at him throw his tiny arms in the air because someone said "touchdown!"
That was just yesterday, right!?
For some reason, seeing the number grades on his report card made me realize he's not a baby anymore.
He'll always be MY baby, but he's no longer a baby.
Ugh, I have tears as I write this.
Oh, how I love my little stud, my first born baby boy!

I realized last Friday that I still think of Jackson like this-


And I probably will forever.

PS- I also learned last Friday that he not only got all "A's", but he's also Student of the 1st six weeks, and he had perfect attendance.  This school is such a better fit for him!

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