My boy started Kindergarten this week. I thought I would be fine. I really did. He went to this school last year for pre-k and loved it. I loved it. This was going to be "no big deal" and I would be fine.
I was not fine.
They were the kind of tears that came up really quickly without warning...the ones I wanted to stop, but couldn't. And so I let them run down my face as I walked back to the car with my other two in tow. They are coming back now as I think about it...
One more experienced mom said to me, "The days are long, but the years are short, aren't they?"
ARGH! I really tried to savor every moment of having him home. WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?! I'm really excited about school and this new phase of life. I LOVE THE SCHOOL he gets to be at. Everything is great--except I'm just mourning the passing of a phase. I guess it's just the beginning, huh?
When I went back to pick him up after the first day, his first words to me were, "I loved it, Mom. I had so much fun."
That does make it easier.