I notice Westley growing and changing all the time, but I really feel it while standing in the children's section of our local library. I can tell that Westley has reached a higher rung on the life-ladder when I start searching for books on a new subject.
First it was potty books.
Then it was books about babies inside mommies, books about how the babies got in there in the first place, books about siblings.
(We skipped over the books about grief and loss. Are there any children's books that deal with "when the baby growing inside mommy stops growing"?)
Now it's books about school.
I can't believe we're here already, that my almost-preschooler is real. But the stack of library books on the table assures me, Oh, it's real all right. In fact, two weeks from today will be Westley's third day. (He'll be an old hand at preschool by then, I'm sure.)
Before I know it, we'll be out of the children's section and checking out books on writing an effective personal essay for college applications.