Z is now in 3rd grade and of course I don't know where the time has gone. Something was different about this year, my little boy seemed so excited, confident and proud. He let me kiss him on the playground, last year that was not cool. My excitement and joy of being a mom always turns into tears on that first day of school. I thought by 3rd grade I would be done with the tears.
Little N's first day of preschool was a week later. This time it was him that did the crying, I like it much better when I do the crying, broke my heart. Day 2, 3 and so on were much better. I Love it.