Oh, the tears. And they weren't Charlie's. Last night we were laying out his clothes, packing his backpack and filling out papers for the teacher. Charlie was jumping and leaping and talking very loudly with excitement and my eyes filled with tears.
"Charlie I can't believe how big you are."
He puffed out his chest and stood on his tiptoes, "I am a BIG brother and I'm going to kindergarten!"
"Well I think I'll cry about that," I told him. And I proceeded to cry- and I mean SOB.
Here is what he said to me:
"Mom I will love you forever and ever and even when I'm gone you can look at pictures of me."
I tried to explain it wasn't that I would miss him it was that he's so big now that he won't need me anymore.
Horrified by my statement he said, "MOM! But who will be there to swat me? I need you to swat me when I'm naughty! And give me ice cream when I'm good!" Because if there's one thing I'm good for apparently it's discipline.
And here he is on his first day...
We walked to school together (it's just behind those trees in the background- I can see it after the leaves fall) and he held my hand the whole way. He opened his locker by himself, hung up his backpack, grabbed his supplies and marched into class. I asked for a good bye kiss and he said, "No, Mom. That's not cool."
So I held in my tears until I got home. I'm pretty sure a crying mother isn't cool, either.
2 comments:
Oh, Tracy, what a sweet little guy you have! Precious words--and precious memories.
I am sure that first day was so very hard. That's sure a great photo, though! Maybe there's a little bit of comfort being able to see the school from your house???!! :o)
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