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Taking deep breaths...

Normally on the first day of school I heave a huge heavy sigh of relief.

Summer is over.

My house is quiet.

And I can dive into my household and job responsibilities with renewed vigor and enthusiasm.

Today though, I'm struggling.

It was a bit of a tough first day...

We sent Kyler off to junior high, which is so hard on this poor Mom's heart. Because he just started kindergarten. Didn't he? And now he's this large deep voiced young man who shaves and wears size 12 Vans. And he's in junior high. With something like 800 other kids. YIKES!

He's a good boy. And I know he'll be fine. At least I hope he'll be fine. It's just hard to send him off to that big ugly school. Somehow it doesn't feel the same as letting him walk up the street to our neighborhood elementary school.

And then we had Tejan, who up until this morning was excited about attending school. But this morning, decided he did not want to go. And who dragged his feet the whole way there. And who kept saying "Auntie Cathy. I will stay home with you today."

But he went. And I stayed with him for a bit... when I leaned over and whispered, asking if he wanted me to stay longer, he said no. So I left. But I have worried about him all day.

So it's been a stressful first day for me.

I'm worried about my kids.

I'll go in a bit to walk over and get them... hopefully on the walk home I'll hear nothing but good things about the first day of school.

Because I want to be able to relax a bit. And know that everyone's going to be okay...

Ugh.

Comments

  1. Anonymous7:36 AM

    Sweet Cathy...
    I love you. I totally hear your hearts words here. Hannah started 1st grade and that was hard for me. Matthew isnt in school yet but I already worry about that day. We are not supposed to worry are we? I know I do more than enough of that though. The one thing I do look forward to each and every day is after dropping Hannah off at school I just pray for her on the way home. It is so very hard to let go. I hear your heart babes... I am here for you... Miss you a bunch. We should get in better tough again. It is a new season... love you.

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  2. I talked to another mom yesterday and she had a rough first day, too. Change is never easy. My heart goes out to you. I hope it went well after this post.
    love you.
    S

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