I just dropped my baby off at kindergarten and fought back the tears.
He’s the baby, the youngest of 6, and, YES, he is the last and the baby of a very big family. I had a “baby” before and then God told our family to adopt (totally another long story for another time there), so I am positive that this is our BABY!
As the amazing staff at our school helped him out of the car, he ran like Sonic over to his teacher who greeted him with a “Good morning, Eli, I’m so glad you are here today!”
I truly believe that she was so glad he was there.
I had to snap a pic of my kindergartener and then turn my head away. I didn’t anticipate the emotions I was feeling. This little peanut will be gone learning and growing every day during the week with his amazing teacher and 20 new and some old friends.
I couldn’t be more excited for the days ahead for him. His teacher is the “BEST” and I know it is not a competition, but if it were, we would win this one. She puts everything into her students and teaches them in a way that I marvel at. Our kindergartener will never be the same; he will be changed for the better all because he got out of the car and walked toward an amazing adventure.
At the end of the day, when picked up, I asked him how his day was and he declared, “It was the best day of my life!” I knew right then that we were in for so much growth this year. He also needed to tell me immediately that I don’t need to send food with him because they have food AT school! I guess that means we may have a lunch buyer on our hands in the next few weeks.
My baby… is a kindergartner… bring on the next chapter.
