The First Day of School Tears Shed Were Mine

After an AMAZING summer together, this week my kiddos headed back to school and it hit me harder than I thought it would. The First Day of School Tears Shed Were Mine!



Don’t get me wrong, I expected there to be tears BUT I thought I’d wipe them away and do a little happy dance at some point during the day. There would be “Tears” because now my son is officially a Kindergartener and my daughter is officially a 3rd grader. A “happy dance” because I wouldn’t have to keep them entertained or hear the words “I’m bored”, feed snacks to the tape worms they seem to have in their bellies, not hear the word “Mami” 500 times (per kid) throughout the day and maybe, just maybe, I could get some work done. But I was wrong.

Everything was on track until I took a picture of my kiddos and it hit me that this was happening.



There were tears I fought back as my little man walked into his kindergarten class and sat at his table like a big boy. Tears in my eyes as I kissed him over and over again and over again before leaving him there. Tears I wanted to shed as I left him in the room looking so nervous.



There were tears being held back as I dropped off my baby girl in her 3rd grade class. Why does she have to be so grown up?



Then, I get home and the house is quiet. Too quiet (I never thought I’d say that) and that made me cry too. I missed my babies! I even cried when my husband called and I told him that I missed them (yes, I felt ridiculous). Instead of doing a happy dance and being productive, I decided to lay down and watch TV because all I wanted to do was cry. What the heck was wrong with me?????????? I quickly realized that while it was partially because I missed them, it was really about my babies no longer being babies.

My daughter is now in 3rd grade and there nothing babyish about that. This is it…it’s all downhill from here. I can’t deal with her being such a big girl!



My baby boy is in Kindergarten and this new part of his life has begun. There’s no going back. He’s officially on his way to becoming a big boy. Something else I can’t deal with!



While I can’t help that they are getting older (trust me, I’ve tried), I can spend as much quality time with them as possible and enjoy them in each stage of their life…which is exactly what I plan to do. Plus, no matter how old they are, they will ALWAYS be my babies (whether they like it or not).

Maybe next week I’ll do my happy dance…How were you when you dropped off your kiddos on the first day of school?