People always talk about how they cried when they dropped their first child off at school for the first time. I, on the other hand, felt like the mean mom who couldn't wait for school to start. Brayden has been asking me to go to school since he turned three years old. After homeschooling for preschool and kindergarten, we decided to give school a try for first grade. Brayden has been looking forward to it all summer, and as we got closer to school starting, I started looking forward to it too.
After breaking the pattern of waking up at 9 am all summer, we got up nice and early to get ready for school. We ate a solid breakfast, took the classic "first day of school" picture in front of our house (well, in front of Wilson Hall), and got in the car to go off to school. We were all really excited! No signs of any of the classic tears on the first day. That is, until I walked him into his classroom. Brayden kissed me goodbye and took off into his room, anxious and excited as his new teacher greeted him warmly. And there I was, standing at the doorway, realizing that a new era had begun with our firstborn. I walked back to the car, and in classic fashion, the memories of bringing him home from the hospital came flashing back. Then the memories of those first steps, that first bath, the first tooth, and rocking him in his little nursery. And then came the tears. Totally unexpectedly, I was just like every other first day of school parent.
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