Today Jack started the first grade. Something about him having his own desk and eating lunch in the cafeteria made him suddenly seem so grown up. He was so excited to go back to school. A kid after my own heart. I loved elementary school. The homework, the school supplies, the new outfits come September.
The day was so quiet and calm (especially my morning with Cash in preschool as well), and I found myself continuously looking at the clock wondering what he was doing. How did he do in the lunch line. Did he make friends at recess.
For most mothers who would be craving the time apart, I found myself a little homesick for him and realizing it was an end of an era.
Cash's first day of school a few weeks back: