Tuesday was Andrew's 1st day of school.
The only person he knew was the lunch lady.
He was pretty nervous to start and when he was walking into his classroom, he looked back at me with that look.
You know the one where he's silently telling me he's scared and doesn't want to be doing what he's doing and he wants me to fix it. I cried as I walked back to the car.
I may or may not be crying as I'm writing this and thinking about it...
I knew he'd be fine almost immediately, but that didn't stop me from feeling terrible all day until I picked him up. And he was.
I cannot believe my 1st 'baby' is in 5th grade this year!
As I expected, his first day was a success. He made new friends, was excited about his teacher--1st male teacher he's had--loved his lunch and recess (the school he was in last year in 4th grade didn't have recess--yes, 4th-6th grade with no recess...ever).
He grew a lot this summer and is becoming more and more young man and not the boy who stole my heart nearly 11 years ago. When I look in his eyes I can still see that baby I gave birth to, the toddler I adored, the boy I have so much pride for and now this young man who simply amazes me. I am so proud and honored that he is my son.
I just cannot believe he's in FIFTH grade!