I never really understood why mothers cried when their child started school. I figured it was a reason to rejoice and relax...until today. Today was crazy trying to get Sam ready for school. I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect! I woke him up got him fed, had him do his homework (yes there was homework assigned even before school started) and when the time came to get dressed I could not for the life of me find where I'd placed his uniform shirt. I looked everywhere and after about an hour and a half of looking, I found it! Oh and I almost forgot, I had to hem his pants in the middle of all that craziness. Daddy had him try them on at the store and told me they fit perfect! I didnt worry about it until this morning and only to find that they were 4 inches too long! Anyway, the boy was eventually dressed-polo shirt, khakis, brown belt and brown shoes. I almost walked out the door before I realized that I would be a horrible mother if I didnt take a picture. I made him stand and pose... and this is when I started to cry. I saw through my camera lens that my little baby boy was now big. He looked so grown up. He seemed to do great at school and likes his teacher. So it kind of is I guess a reason to rejoice. The relax part is not true though. Its still a lot of work sending a child to school, its just different kind of work. I know that this is the begining of a new journey for him and I am proud to be his mama.
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