I started to cry before I even left the building.
When I got home, the house was so quiet. I found myself worrying and praying for him all day long. I played June Cleaver and made cookies to have ready for him as an after-school snack. I anxiously awaited the time when I could go pick him up and hear all about his day. And when I arrived at the pick-up area, he was waiting for me with a big smile on his face.
I am one relieved mama tonight. And I think it will be just a bit easier to drop him off at Summer School tomorrow.
2 comments:
Love it, Grace! I had this last year with my youngest. Summer school helped so much her confidence level when "real school" started! Enjoy your days now!
Your post made *me* want to cry--can you believe he is big enough for school??
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