Ugh. Quick like a bandaid. (School starts)

It had to happen.  I think I realized it on our last day of preschool as I waited in my car in the pick-up line.  I saw him come out, hand-in-hand with his teacher, just marching out with his bumble-bee backpack on like he was ready to take on the world, and I couldn't stop the flow of big, fat tears.   I felt ridiculous and sentimental, but I couldn't stop.

But summer was busy and I didn't spare much thought for kindergarten until this week.  And I've been a blubbering, emotional fool in preparation for this day.  Only privately of course.  I have put on a brave, enthusiastic face for his sake.

The day before school began, Bubs drew me a picture.  He included himself (with Blankie in hand) and me, a house, and an enormous heart, which he told me was drawn "with scratchy lines because his heart is breaking".  It's my own personal miracle of 2012 that I wasn't immediately reduced to a puddle right there on the floor.   This boy has pushed me to the farthest limits time and time again, but he carries a part of my heart with him.

Wonderboy and Miss S took school in stride, excited as usual.  Wonderboy especially so as this is his last year of elementary school.  He insisted on a messenger bag.  He can barely carry the thing all loaded up, but he felt strongly about it.   He did tell me the other night on our drive home from Webelos, "I have to confess mom, I'm a little worried about college.  What will I do when you're not there to help me with my homework?" Between my little one growing up and my big one heading out in the big world nest year, I'll likely be in therapy soon.  Time...please, PLEASE stop.