Mason's first day of Kindergarten was so hard. And I don't mean for him. He was as excited and happy as ever. I mean for me.
Even looking at the pictures gets me a little choked up. He just looks so OLD. I blamed my tears on pregnancy hormones, but the simple truth is that I just love my kid more than anything on this planet. This house is too quiet, too boring, and too clean without him and it feels like I missing an actual part of myself when he's gone. In any case, on that first day I laid in bed for about two hours and then realized I still had five more to wait until he got off the bus. So I went shopping. And even without Mason on my heels, asking for toys or candy or who-knows-what-else, I still came home with nothing but Legos and books.
So I wrapped them up. A first day of school present. And when Mason got off that bus, running across the road screaming "mamaaaa!", I swear I've never been happier to see him. It was a rough seven hours.
Three weeks later, it's still hard. It's getting easier, a little, but I still miss him all day long. Maybe I'll play the lottery today. If I win, I'm homeschooling.
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