Today was big B's first day of school:( Last night after all the B's had fallen asleep, I sat in my chair and reviewed every picture and video since his birth leading to this moment. BUCKETS of tears in a desperate attempt to empty the pools before today.
I was really glad that I carefully picked out a Crew Cuts and Gymboree wardrobe and spent a small fortune only to have him insist on wearing his $4 Super Mario brothers shirt:) Whatever works I guess:)
As we walked in I just watched him. Not knowing a soul he walked so confidently without any hesitation. Surely something he got from his father. Lord knows if he would have turned to me in that moment and and told me he didn't want to go I would have put him back in the car. But he didn't. I was proud, scared, sad, happy, all at the same time.
I went to say goodbye to him and he didn't even look up as he furiously colored and told me he'd see me later.
All good things I suppose:) Tonight I am going to have to make the hubs a really pimped out dinner due to my meltdown on the way back to the car. I'm not sure if he was more embarrassed by the hyperventilating crying or the mascara running down my face. Um yeah, mascara + first days = auditioning for a horror movie! lol So as I sit here typing I am anxiously counting down the minutes that I can scoop him into my arms to make him, I mean me feel better.
Happy Monday - It will be in officially 39 minutes!