It Begins…on a rainy day…

On this dreary, rainy day, my first baby went off to school.  Kindergarten.  Real school.  *sigh*

Last night after we put the boys to bed, I could feel the tell-tale signs of anxiety – my stomach was all bubbly and I was nervous and jittery.  I felt like I was the one going to school for the first time… I kept saying to DJ, “I’m nerrvous!!  What if [insert some my-child-gets-lost-or-put-on-a-bus-when-i'm-supposed-to-pick-him-up scene] or what if [insert some out-of-the-movies-scene-between-some-stupid-bully-kid-and-the-sweet-sensitive-shy-kid] or what if [insert some end-of-days-world-is-over-apocalypse-scene]…”  He would just laugh.  “He will be fine”, he’d say.  My face would cringe, but after some deep breaths all was fine.  I busied myself getting the house cleaned up and spent some brain deadening time on facebook,  then hit the sack.

This morning was a flurry of getting everyone ready, fed, packed up and out the door… no time for nervous bubbly stomachs and jitters.  Go! Go! Go!

Wait.  Pictures.  Always have time for a few pictures.

Trey is a stoic, amazing, child.  The only hint of anxiety was right when we pulled up to the school he said, “I’m NERVOUS!”  That was it.  We walked him into the classroom, got him settled, gave big hugs and left.  As I was leaving, I kept trying to make eye contact to give that final wave, but he was busy looking around his room, taking everything in.  Or he knew that if he looked at me, I’d lose it.  Probably the first.  He is a boy afterall… 

I kind of piddled around in the hallway and debated sticking my head back in the classroom, but was afraid I’d see his face breakdown…or he’d breakdown…or I’d grab him and run out the door and homeschool him.  Okay, maybe not the last one… but you get the idea.  Well that and DJ who kept saying, “He’s fiiine.  He’s fine. Don’t do it.  Don’t go back in there.  COME ON WOMAN… He is FINE. You’re gonna make it worse…”  So, well, that kinda helped get me out the door too.

Everyone says time flies.

Everyone tries to warn you when you first have kids… that it goes by so fast.

But how can you understand, until it happens?

I remember this…

(trey, roughly 4 month old)…

And this…

(roughly 5-6 months old)

And this…

(roughly 8 months old)

And this…

(almost a year)

…all of this like it was yesterday.

And now, he’s this big boy…

…with his Kindergarten teacher.

I am so proud of him.  So proud beyond words.

Until next time,

~ K