Today was Gabriel's first day of first grade. *For those parents...or kids at heart...who love VeggieTales, you'll understand the song that's been going through my head: "It was the first day of the first grade, it was the first day of the first grade..."...think of the Veggies in an old VW van driving. I think the movie is Jonah...* While that silly song has been playing through my head, more serious (ok, sappy) thoughts have been running through my head as well. I walked Gabriel to school, walked him to his classroom, and even though I had a very brave face on (you know, the smile plastered to my face, overly excited for him, taking his picture outside his classroom), I was crying inside. Not to mention, as soon as his teacher saw him, she welcomed him, turned to me and said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." Talk about having to hold the waterworks in!!! I'm surprised I didn't start in to absolute hysterics right then!
Don't get me wrong. I
love that Gabriel is in school, that he's such a super smart kiddo that soaks everything up, that really does enjoy learning. But there's just something about the first day of school that hits a mother right in the depths of her heart...her baby, going to school, away from her, growing up. Granted, this is only my second "first day of school" for Gabriel. I try to tell myself that it will get easier....I know it won't, though. I'm already dreading the day I move him to college. I
know I'm going to be a blubbering fool that day! Let's not get ahead of ourselves here...that day is
many years away. I have to remind myself of that all the time.
So this was a nice and sappy post. Happy first day of first grade, G-man! I love you!!
