I wasn’t expecting to be emotional today. Kindergarten is the one that’s supposed to send you into week-long binge-eating emotional crises, right? We’re old hat at this whole first day of school thing by now.
But kindergarten went so fast, and I’m pretty sure that nothing will be slowing down now. I look at my tall six-year-old with his half-grown front teeth and see the chubby six-month-old with the half-grown front teeth that he was about two weeks ago.
And I wish I had cherished a few more moments this summer.
And I pray that the decisions we make, the things we do and say as we raise him, will be the right ones.
And I give thanks for him.
My son does not share my weepy feelings about first grade. I asked him to show me a sad face to show how much he was going to miss me in first grade and this is what I got:
Isn’t it heartbreaking? Bahahahaha.
I think this photo best sums up his feelings.
And so another year begins– and I know that within a week this will be routine, and having a first grader will be normal, and we will await the next traumatic milestone– Stinky’s fifth birthday– as we go about our daily lives.
But today, in spite of my brave face and my proud smile and the happy cheery mommy note in his lunch box, I am mourning just a little bit.
I don’t think I really ever understood the word bittersweet until I had kids.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need some chocolate.