My sweet boy finished his first year of "real" school last month and admittedly, his last day was probably just as hard for me as his first. I just kept thinking "first grade? SERIOUSLY?!" As I looked at the little first graders heading out on their last day of school I realized that, if these emotions continue to haunt me through every transition, we're in for an exciting mental roller coaster. When is a mother ever really ready to let go?
He flourished this year and it was an exciting transformation to watch as a a mom. His desire and passion for learning made me proud. God blessed us with an incredibly bright, compassionate and intelligent little man and while I cringe at the speed with which he seems to be growing before my eyes, I look forward to the new developments first grade will bring. But for now... let's just enjoy the summer :)