I want to cry. I am not going to cry. I am totally crying. I must not cry. I am o.k. I am all done crying.
...I am going to cry again.
I am crying maybe a little bit. I am all done with the tears... I am not all done with the tears.
Look! He looks so at ease! He was all smiles and excitement this morning. He bounded into our bedroom at 6:40 am completely dressed and wearing his backpack. Mama! Wake up! Do you want to get a LATE PASS? Get up! Let's go!
I promised him we would not get a late pass this morning, and we didn't. It was easier today than it was last year. We had old friends to meet again and we knew the routine. Don't park there, walk to the back of the school not the front, the teacher will blow the whistle five minutes before the bell rings. All the little things that get lost in the big thing of starting school. This time, we were pros, Jay and I. We got to school in plenty of time. We chatted with his friends and the other parents. I took fewer pictures and Jay never hesitated for a second. He found his locker, found his seat, gave me a huge hug and a confident wave and then turned his attention to the classroom.
I am all done with the tears. No... I am not. But I am o.k.
What a trooper! Glad he likes school and is such a pro at it! And the answer to the back-to-school cupcakes is, obviously, both today and Thursday. Duh. (though I totally cheated and we took her out for ice-cream, which is not nearly as cute as school bus cupcakes)
ReplyDeleteToo, too adorable. I wonder what your kids are going to think about your blog when they get to be teenagers. Outside, they will probably be embarrassed, inside they will know that they are the most loved, cherished, lucky kids in the world
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