Times they are a changin'

We have been working on Will's big boy room for weeks. It is finally complete. My goal was to have Will start sleeping in his bed over spring break. Selfishly, I thought about this decision, and realized I wanted to make sure he was well rested and in a good mood over spring break because we had fun plans, so I just put it off. Basically, I am just a big chicken.
So tonight is the night. After bath we went straight into his big boy room. We got him dressed and he dove right in to his bed. He wanted to read his books and say his prayers in his bed...would not get out for anything. I looked at John like "maybe this is going to be a breeze..." We finished our prayers and turned out the light and turned on his sound machine. I asked him if he wanted to rock and he said "No." I told him night night and out we went. About 2 minutes later we hear "Mommy...Mommy" on the monitor. Not a cry of distress, just more like...."What is going on? Did you really think it was going to be that easy??" So I went back in and he was staring at his train tracks saying "Play choo choos, play cars." I figured this might be an issue since his playroom is now his big boy room. We have done a pretty good job of organizing his closet with all sorts of tubs for his toys, but his train set is too big to put away. I told him it was time to go night night and to that he replied, "See Dada." Figures that he would at least see if he could get a different answer out of John :)
I asked again if he wanted to rock and this time he did. So we rocked and I prayed silently over my big boy. Tears streaming down my face...not being able to believe it is time for us to make this transition. I am so amazed everyday that John and I were given this precious blessing. After about 15 minutes of rocking, I told him goodnight and laid him down again. That was about 30 minutes ago and I haven't heard a peep.
As I type this, I am sitting here just staring at the monitor (which is sound only, by the way). I feel like John and I are waiting for a bomb to go off. It is seriously like having a newborn again. I keep thinking I hear him whimper. That is my biggest fear...that he will get scared and I won't hear him. I know this is just a part of growing up...for Will and for me. It is just hard. Silly hard. Something I never thought I would have this much anxiety over. In some ways blogging about this in such great detail is just therapeutic for me. I look back at the week of posts I did when Will first started daycare and laugh-I am reminded how awful that week was, but that we not only survived, Will loves it now. It is also a precious reminder of how faithful the Lord is to hear my prayers. So at 33 minutes and counting...my prayers go up tonight...For my sweet baby boy in his big boy bed!