He came to the world in the usual way…
Today is monumental. Today I feel old. Today I feel too adult. Today I am proud and terrified all at once. Today my son started school.
It’s seems like only last week that we brought him home and I spent my first night with my son, asleep on the couch, to my wife’s horror, “You’re lucky you didn’t crush him!”
I didn’t crush him. Not ever. For the most part I have been completely at ease with the pace of his development. I’ve watched him learn to walk and talk, then run and scream, then skip and sing. I’ve watched him get his first cut, and I’ve talked him through his first big disappointment. For some reason, though, this last week has been unsettling. He learned to swim, without floaties, the other day. Today he started real school.
He’s almost all growed up.
And he still loves you, you know. That’s what matters. 
“He came to the world in the usual way…”