He was by my side as often as possible for the first two years of his life. Then he was in preschool a few hours a week until he was 5. Then he was in Kindergarten and 1st grade in public school. But for the last 3 1/2 years he’s been home with me. I’ve done my best to homeschool him in spite of moving to a different house, starting a business, and adding two kids to our family. I’ve been feeling lately that I wasn’t doing enough and it was time to put him back in public school. So the tough decision was made and today was his first day back.
I thought it would be no big deal. But as I got up to leave him at the school, the lump formed and all I could do was pat him on the leg and say, “See ya, boy. Have a good day.” I couldn’t hug him. I couldn’t look him in the eye. If I had, it would have been all over. I kept it together until I took the girls to school and then I cried for like an hour and a half. It was ridiculous!
It’s going to be so strange not to have him home with me. But I think I’ve become too dependent on him as my helper with the younger kids and my social outlet. And he’s been craving friends to hang out with. It’s good and necessary for him to be back in public school, but I’m still sad. I’ve been sad all day.
I didn’t get any photos of him before school, but I made him suffer through a few after school. He’s turning into such a handsome young man. I’m so proud of him.