Well, September 4th came sooner than I wanted it to. But the day arrived and I had no choice but to send my firstborn to pre-school. I was strong. I was strong 5 months ago when I registered him. I was strong when open house rolled around. I thought to myself, "I can do this. I may not even cry." But I woke up this morning with an anxious heart and the car ride was bitter sweet. I knew I was not that "strong" anymore... I put on my brave face as I walked him to his classroom and gave him a hug. I was so proud of him. My son was brave as he took his new teacher's hand and said goodbye. It was then that I forced myself to turn from him... "Keep walking," I told myself, "Don't look back." I made it outside. I put my sunglasses on to hide the new forming tears. As I approached the car, I could do nothing but let the tears stream down my face. I was dealing with an emotion I had never experienced nor can you ever prepare for. The way I felt was indescribable but I started the car and drove out of sight. And as I drove away, I realized just how strong I really was...
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Sarah...It's so normal for us as Mom's to have a hard time letting go! I had tears running down my cheeks (hidden behind my sunglasses too) on day 1 AND day 5 of Luke starting 1st grade...all day everyday this year! He really enjoys school but would love to stay home everyday! That assures my heart that we as Moms can continue to provide that sanctuary of rest and comfort when they are done learning each day! Help out in his class when you can. That is so much fun and really a great way to know what he is learning and know his friends. I love that that most!!
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