As with the end of each school year, there are lots of changes in our house. After nine or so years of being part of our boys school for toddler and preschool years, Griffin had his last day there last week. It was hard to fathom. The school and its wonderful teachers have loved up each of my boys and always made us feel good about leaving our babies in their care.
And now we are done.
I cried, hugging Griffin's teacher goodbye. In turn, she cried, hugging me back. I told her how blessed we felt that we had all of them as part of our children's lives. It is hard to believe that we are moving on because our boys are now all boys and not babies anymore.
I will never forget dropping Aidan off for his first day of school as a "Yellow Duck" in their toddler classroom. Aidan sobbed as I said goodbye and left the room. I waited until I left the room to bust into heaving sobs. I don't know how long I stood outside his classroom door, just crying. It was probably close to half an hour until I finally left for work. The head of the school had already called to leave me a message to let me know Aidan was happily playing and adjusting well.
It took me a lot longer to adjust, but those sweet teachers were as patient and kind with me as they were with my children. They helped me grow from a new mom of one boy to an experienced mom of three.
Griffin is all done with pre-k. He is a boy ready to conquer kindergarten. My last baby boy, out into the big school world. I cried as we walked his school hallway for the last time, overwhelmed by both emotion and memories. Griffin had a huge smile on his face, yelling his goodbyes with confidence and swagger.
He's so ready. And once again, I just need a little longer to adjust.
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