With one kid gone, I thought I would have a better handle on my other two. Surprise, Surprise.
Let's be HONEST. cry cry cry. blah blah blah. YEAH! I was in heaven. These kids are driving me CRAZY. We have taken beating each other up to a whole new level. YEAH for 1st grade.
O.K. So I was pretty excited for school to start. As we were driving up to the schol drop off, William assured me that we could just "drop him off." "I don't need you to come in, mom."
I bit my lip. I'll let him do this I told myself. I knew he could do it, but I was more worried about all of the other parents thinking I was neglectful becausee it seemed as if the whole nation was crowding through the doors with video cameras and teary eyes. I swallowed my pride.
William got out of the car, By himself. I watched him. He stood there by himself for what seemed like forever. He became hesitant. The anxiety hit him.
He walked through the doors without us.
I couldn't do it. I pulled around to park and ripped the other two from their carseats.
I walked swiftly to his class to make sure he was O.K.
I got there just in time to see another mom helping my poor, sad, and almost teary eyed little boy. NOW I almost cried.
I announced as if I was the mother bear growling at an intruder that he was my son and that I could help him. I felt bad. He was my baby. I am ALWAYS suppossed to be the one who helps him. Who calms him. The first to see that little, scared face that I know within my heart. We helped him find his seat. We got him organized. We kissed him. And we walked out the door.
Yes, I am excited for school to start. But as I lay in bed that night I remember thinking that one day down the road, I am going to wish this day back again. So badly, that I will cry, and I will read this, and I will cry some more. Oh, how I love my babies.
With that said,
September 8th could not come fast enough. YEAH for Jake going to pre-K. I might cry.