I remember the day I took J to first grade. My very last to begin their first day of first grade. I was fine, really. Until I walked past the kindergarten classrooms and looked above the door to his classroom from last year, and read: Butterfly Factory.
The tears, the flood of emotion. I ran to my car, it couldn't have been seconds before I was crying uncontrollably. I should be able to handle this. I have done this three times. But alas, this was the worst.
G started 7th grade that day as well, I remember when it was he who was beginning his venture in education, public at that. I knew that he was no longer all mine. I had to put aside all the selfishness that I was so good at, and let others enjoy this creation, the beauty of his life.
There would be no more snack, nap, caterpillars in the classroom. Why did I blink?
What happened that I was sending my fourth off to first grade, it all happened so fast.
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You know what's even harder is when they all start moving out of the house. I had three do it in less than two years. It just tears your heart out. It's so hard to let them be independent and out on their own.
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