My 'baby' started 4th grade this week; his last year at our neighborhood elementary school. There is nothing 'baby' about him any longer. He's all boy, all the time.
It's bittersweet for me. I don't want him to be my 'baby' again. And I am ever so proud of the young man he is becoming. But I am trying to drink up every moment of this last year of elementary school with him.
He's a pretty nifty young guy (imho). I'm a much blessed mom.