It was nothing like I imagined.
I've heard the stories...
Mother's "boo hooing" on their child's first day of school.
Sweet, but not me.
I'm definitely a little stronger - a little less sentimental than that.
Or so I thought.
The morning of the first day of school started out good.
We had breakfast, got dressed and made our way to Tyler's new school.
He remembered his classroom from the night before and walked right in, hung up his backpack right under his name tag and sat down at his table.
There was a "back to school" worksheet sitting in front of his chair.
I asked him if he wanted to color it and he picked up a pencil, wrote his name on the paper and began to write.
I don't know if it was watching him print his name so clearly - or if it how he was sitting there so independently - but suddenly I had a huge lump in my throat and my eyes began to fill up with tears. I tried to look away and regain my composure - but I knew there was no hope. I was done.
So I gave him a hug, wished him a good day and got up before he could see the tears begin to fall.
And they did...
His teacher looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile.
On my way out the door - I saw another mom - balling away - just like me.
The feeling stayed with me for a while.
My baby is in school.
It's a new beginning.
By the time we dropped off my youngest for his first day of preschool, I was all cried out.
He was so proud to go to school like his big brother - that he was the only three- year-old walking in with a backpack.
He strutted through the doors, went right to his classroom and immediately got involved with his group.
I had no more tears...
My boys made me proud that morning.
But I was a mess, an emotional wreck!!!
Lets face it...I'm a mom.
Tears, pride and all.
When I picked the boys up from school that day - we couldn't have been happier to see each other.
They had a great day!
I'm hoping for a great year.
And a few less tears.
Do you have any first day of school memories to share?
I'd love to read them – the good and the bad…
Until Next Time,