Kindergarten

It happened.  He started kindergarten.  My little monkey.  My first baby.  The one who made me a mommy.  The one who started me on this journey of being a stay-at-home mom.  The one who taught me more about myself than I ever thought possible.  The one who I've spent countless hours with--playing, reading, imagining, holding, crafting, adventuring, talking, laughing...the list goes on.  He's in big boy school.  Kindergarten.  I get to leave in about thirty minutes to pick him up after his first day, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been watching the clock all day long.  And I'm pretty sure Philip and I have spoken at least seven times in the last five hours, wondering what and how our little man is doing.  I hope today was great for him.  I hope he had fun.  I hope he's excited to go back tomorrow.  I hope he feels ready, because I know he is.  (Mommy...not ready; Kid...ready.)  I hope he enjoys learning.  I hope his imagination and creativeness continue to grow.  I hope he stands tall and lets his light shine bright. 

And now, as tears fall, (as they have throughout the week leading up to today), we turn a page in our parenting journey.  Kindergarten...here we go!