6 years, 1 month.
All last week you were 3 hours away, staying at Nonna and Papa’s house in Alabama for Christmas break. When Mommy and I left you there the day after Christmas, there was no emotional, dramatic goodbye. It wasn’t really any different than when I drop you off at school each morning.
You weren’t worried. I say that’s because you’re an independent, confident boy.
I don’t believe you simply were born that way. I don’t believe that it’s simply your personality.
Instead, I take partial credit for it. And I give the rest of the credit to Mommy.
Both Mommy and I are independent and confident people. So naturally, we are going to proactively raise children who are the same.
I can’t say I was always this way. I feel like I’ve always been confident and believed in myself, but becoming independent was an evolving process for me.
When I was your age, I wouldn’t have been okay with spending the night away from my own parents; especially not 3 hours away!
In fact, the first time I remember spending the night at a grandparent’s house was when I was 8 years-old, and it was just 5 miles down the road.
I think it was actually a really good thing that I was 29 and a half when you were born. Had I only been in my early or mid-twenties, you would have turned out differently; I’m sure of it.
But because I had finally gained much of the maturity I needed by the time you were born, I was more prepared by life experience to raise you.
Therefore, you are not anxious or nervous to leave Mommy and I when we drop you off at places. I just wasn’t that way when I was your age.
I am so proud though that you are.