We've come a long way, baby.
In September, I took my son to his new school to meet his very first teacher. He refused to even walk in the doors. He pretty much had a tantrum when it was time to meet his teacher. He was not looking forward to starting school.
Then, the first day of school came. He woke up, bright and early, put on his brave face, and smiled for me as I took his picture.
"Smile, baby! It's your very first day of school!"
At school, he quietly lined up beside all the other nervous children, unsure of what to do. Then when it was time to go inside, he held his teacher's hand, and never once looked back at me.
Which is a good thing, considering I was a sobbing mess - tears were flowing down my face and I couldn't stop crying. I could not control my emotions that day - my oldest son, starting school. It was almost suffocating, having to get in my car and drive away, without him. But I did. And survived.
What an incredible journey it has been! My once shy guy is now a social butterfly, having made some terrific friends this year, laughing, dancing, participating, engaged in his learning environment, able to write his name effortlessly, awarded the 'star of the month' twice this year, and forever bonded with his amazing teacher.
Yesterday, he came home with a giant scrapbook filled with memories and the wonderful crafts and work he completed this year. Of course, I'll cherish this book forever.
I was a helper in the classroom once again this morning, and I was so glad I was there to share the joy with the all of my son's friends.
Until September... when the journey continues.