The first day of school.

Ok, first, I didn’t cry. Well, I sorta did get teary eyed, but just a little, and I was so surprised that I actually did not become a sobbing, incoherent mess.

At this moment I have a weird feeling… I feel somewhat like the parents of a groom right after the wedding… similar-ish…

This weekend was crazy trying to get all the school stuff, because yes, we did wait for the very last minute (how hard could it be?)... Hard! It was hard, mostly because we went so late that everything was pretty much gone, and we had to go to different malls to get everything.

So after the 3 days of shopping, this morning was a blur, we woke very early (and so did the kids), and I made him chocolate chip pancakes, because they are his favorite. He was very, very good, he ate his breakfast and his daddy got him dressed (I was feeding the baby).

When I saw him all dressed up, it was very emotional, he was so grown up, not so much my little baby boy anymore. I was sad, happy, scared, excited, worried, all at the same time, letting go is so very hard.

At school, he was very quiet, and looked very tense. He told me that he was not scared, but excited, and it was ok if we left.

So we did. We left. He was alone. I was scared. He was excited. The 2 year old was crying. Daddy was smiling. Baby was sucking his hat. Grandpa (yes, grandpa also accompanied us) was happy.

At home, it feels empty. Empty-ish. And we are sort of tired after all the preparations, all the emotions, all the anticipation, we did it, he’s there and we are here… and I guess its O.K.