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I remember his first birthday morning.  I cried.  I didn’t sob.  I cried, because my baby would never technically be a baby again.

His first day at pre-school I got really choked up but managed to shed only a few stray tears.  My toddler was a’goin to school and he would never be a mere playing like a fool toddler again. (ohh how I fondly remember how he would ask me for a hog gog every day after pre-school)  A “hog gog” being a hot dog from this awesome place, Sheetz, in PA. 

His first day of kindergarten happened when we moved to Florida.  He was nearly 6 when he started school and he was all blue eyes and smiles and his backpack was twice the size of him it seemed.  I cried that day too.  A new state to live in, a new school to go to, and he took it all in stride.

I’ve cried many other moments and days since then.

But today he called me saying “Mom, Dad says that YOU have my birth certificate, and I need it so I can go to the DMV and file for my permit tomorrow.”

I will drive home tonight and take it over to his Dad’s house tonight and drop it in the mailbox because my baby needs it.

After I cry…just a few tears….or more. My baby took his written test and passed the first go around.  My baby….*sob* My baby is old enough to drive a car.