He slept like a baby. I was awake all night. He was a bundle of excitement. I was a bundle of nervous energy. He woke early and was waiting for the bus 30 minutes before its arrival. I woke early and headed straight for the camera.
He waited. And waited……. And waited.
Finally we hear the rattle of the bus engine from around the corner. And suddenly it was here. The moment he had been waiting for the entire summer.
The bus ride.
This is the thing he had been talking about and anticipating and acting giddy over for months. Not school… the bus. He let out his usual 6-year-old squeal of excitement as the bus parked in front of him and extended its blinking stop sign. Without a hug goodbye or even a slight look back, he was off and running to board this magical school bus.
I hadn’t really given school too much thought this summer. Afterall, he had attended full day pre-K last year, so I though it was no big deal. And it wasn’t… all summer long. Until the moment the bus pulled away. He sported a perma-grin as he waved enthusiastically from the bus window. And that’s when it hit me and I lost it. Shocked and confused by my sappy reaction to my little man heading off to the first day of the rest of his schooling career, I was a mess.
What is this all about? Why do we mothers cry and feel so sad when our little ones head off to Kindergarten? This huge milestone brings out the blubbering babies in us. But that’s ok. It’s an innate response and a simple reminder of how much we love and care for our kids and how we cherish these first few years with them… and most of all, how quickly the time passes.
And just a little side note. He did great the first day. He came home happy and in a great mood, which wasn’t always the case last year. One day of Kindergarten down… only 13 years to go until graduation and I can lose it all over again.