Today you asked me what exactly New Year’s Eve meant, and about why we’re celebrating. Not that you could possibly stay up until midnight, with your internal clock that shuts down as the moon comes out to play, but you wanted to know what the fuss is about.
And when I told you, your first question was, “Well what year will it be?”
Here you are, four years old, floating around in this no-year world where your life isn’t defined or consciously dictated by the calendar — not beyond snow days and summer vacations. You live for the seasons, not for the years.
There’s no yearly recaps for you. No Best of 2013 reminiscence. You live each day as its given, without waiting for the New Year to hit “refresh.”
Each of your days has the promise, hope, and motivation of an adult’s New Year. (Hold tight to that, my love. I like where you’re standing.)
But to answer your question, it’ll be 2014. And even though you don’t know it, it’ll be a big year.
2014 will be the year that you say goodbye to your play-based preschool, and lug your big-kid backpack to Kindergarten. It’ll be the year you officially start your school career — step #1 of many — and the year I take way too many before-school pictures before driving you to school through a blur of tears.
2014 will probably be the year you start officially reading, given your progress already. One more milestone to hit.
2014 will see new friendships and a fresh start — much of which has to be experienced away from mom and dad, in your new school with new teachers and new experiences.
2014 will be a big leap in independence.
And if I have anything to do with it, 2014 will be another year of kisses and lessons and growth. It’ll be another year together, another year for the (memory) books.
Cheers to 2014, little boy. It’s going to be a good one.