It seems like not that long ago I was desperately afraid of letting my son go. I was holding on to him tight and trying to shove his big ol’ 5 year old self under my wing for just a little bit longer.
He started Kindergarten on Tuesday and I didn’t shed a tear. Maybe it was the difficult summer, it might have even been the practice we had with preschool, or perhaps I have matured, but surely it was my need for the quiet.
I am not sad about him going to school and I do not miss him.
I am happy for him.
I am happy that he will be with peers in a learning, stimulating environment. He needs that and he deserves it. It was a challenge this summer attempting to keep him occupied. He has outgrown my idea of fun. Side walk chalk, race car tracks and flash cards can only go so far with a busy, bustling 5 year old. I’m so happy that he’ll be happy again. 
The only one that seems upset is my daughter. She cries when we leave him at school. She mopes around the house and seems lost and confused. Which is odd to me since my son spent the majority of his days torturing his little sister. It was few and far between when they would get along and play well together. Perhaps she’s a masochist.
Until she finds all of his things that is; all of those things he won’t let her touch, play with or even look at when he is home.
And that’s when I realized that she’ll be alright.
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I am just started to get anxious about Ty starting. He is going to be my last one. 🙁 #tears
I totally get it. xo