It was the last time I'd attend a 'meet the teacher' and the first time I'd attend hobbling on one foot and hopped up on ungodly amounts of Motrin. Given my trepidation of sending my youngest to Kindergarten, maybe that was a good thing. We went in, we walked/ limped the perimeter, we used the bathroom- as is the usual, and then we left. The shortest preparation day ever, I didn't take the time to process Cohen leaving for Kindergarten the next day, I just went home and returned to my bed. The next morning the whole family ventured to see our 'Boo' off for his first day. Not my first rodeo, I remind you, I've done this three times before. But this time I wasn't ready for that abrupt lesson in letting go and he wasn't ready to go. I knew he'd have THAT face. The one of silent terror saying "please Mommy don't leave me here, I could DIE here without you." That face always gets me, but this time it got the older kids too. Needless to say, when our family walked out of that classroom there were only one set of dry eyes and I think more than one of us had the urge to go scoop up our Boo. It was obvious that the older kids weren't ready to let go of the littlest either and that made me proud. I've fostered their connection to one another and their bond is blatant. They fight hard but they love harder. We all made it through that morning but I'm more than just a little happy that I'll never have to do it again.
