The First Day of School

The end of summer and the beginning of the school year is always so bittersweet for me. I love having my kids at home with me through out the summer and it always seems like it goes by way too fast. They just keep growing and I just can't keep up.

It's become tradition that on the first day of school my kids don't take the bus...I drive them and walk into their class with them (and take pictures,of course). I love this tradition but I think my little fourth grader won't think it's cool next year in 5th grade. So I was grateful for the chance to walk into his class with him this year...maybe my last year.

As much as I want my sweet kids to stay little and sweet and love me and no one else I also want to see them grow up and become wonderful adults, full of love and giving, compassion and goodness. I want to keep them to myself but I know they have great things ahead of them. So every year when school starts...I cry and I smile.