I'm not going to write anything cliché or expected about the first day of kindergarten for this boy. It's all very simple.
I had a baby, turned around and he was holding this:
I married the best guy EVER, turned around and this moment happened:
We bought a house in my old elementary school district, turned around and there was the walk down the driveway,
and perhaps a little run.
I birthed a wee little girl, turned around and she was ready to rumble.
This boy learned to walk, I turned around and he's waiting for the bus.
This boy learned to be kind and polite, I turned around and he got on the bus. (Hello Betty, take good care of my boy, please.)
I loved this boy with all my might, turned around to snap a picture, and it was only Betty to wave...he was already on his way forward.
My heart raced a million beats a minute but I didn't cry. I was just as ready as he was. As I have told many grieving stay at home moms this fall, this is our jobs. To get them ready to go off on their own, to be productive members of society and this is the first small step.
Now I can get down to business...