The Potato King

Johann and his Kartoffel Koenig that he made in his kindergarten.  Looks like him... hehe.

This little man is growing up so fast he is leaving the cute stage much sooner than my delight.  Come next September, he will begin his first year of formal school.  It's kind of bittersweet that my youngest is not going to be so young anymore.  But no, I am not thinking of making the fifth one.  I am not crazy, you know?

I cherish the time we have together, walking him to the kindergarten, big hand holding small hand.  We always sing songs in the morning.  In the afternoon, small hand in big hand, we would talk about what he does in the kindergarten that day on our way home.  Quality time, time that won't ever turn back, time that I could only make full use of now, not waste away.  I don't want to look back in the future, sighing and reproaching myself why I didn't make his childhood more memorable.

This post serves as a timely reminder for me to be a better, happier mom.  Thank you Kartoffel Koenig.