First Day of School

We have spent the last few weeks getting all ready for that eagerly anticipated first day of school. I dont mind telling you that a part of me was a little excited about the thought of having my house a little calmer during the day to clean and do other things. Not that I dont adore my children but this had to be the longest summer in the history of mankind. The kids were literally getting bored with it. So last night we spent extra time getting just the right outfit laid out, getting supplies packed in brand new backpacks, and all the fun stuff that goes with preparing for that first day. The first day of school was always special for me, and I really wanted them to feel that excitement as well. My little girl just finished her therapy a few weeks before school started and I am especially interested to see how she does in kindergarten. Then the bus pulled up. It was time for me to put her on it and I looked out the door and froze. The idea of putting my little baby girl on that bus and sending her off for the day just made me ill. My husband snickered at me and scooped her up in his arms and sat her on the bus. She went off to school and I came back in the house and let the tears go. I made it all the way until 10:30 and then I phoned the school to inquire if she was okay. They assured me she was fine and I reminded my husband that if she came back with one little mark on her that I would hold him personally responsible.
Then N had the audacity to start middle school. Oh the Tween Years! N came to me when he was in 2nd grade. I was told at that time he would be a 6 month temporary placement. I really put a lot of effort into making sure he would be comfortable in his clothes and shoes because we all know how nasty middle school kids can be. N started to get a little nervous just before time for the bus to come and he asked me to take him to school. I was thrilled to see that someone needed me this morning so I grabbed my keys and ran over him getting to the door when all of a sudden some more middle school boys came down the road and all of a sudden he was mr cool and calm again and no longer needed a ride.
J and R went to 3rd and 4th grade respectively and they were just as happy to take off to school this morning as well. I worried about them all day long. I worried about all 4 of them. They are my children and I have a burning need to know they are happy and safe.....its what keeps me going throughout the day....its what I live for.
The first day of school was always a special occassion for me when I was a child. I hope I made it special for these kids!