Today was the day!  First day of school.  I know I said I would be jumping for joy when school started but when today actually came, I was a nervous wreck.  Not really sad, because I know how much my boys love school and I feel that they were ready to get back on a schedule and back to seeing their friends, but just nervous.

I didn’t cry or embarass them with tons of hugs and pictures (who knew that my little boys would be too cool for mom starting in 1st grade!)  I did snap a few pics from a distance and then got an eye-roll from my 3rd grader when he noticed and I followed both of their classes into the school just to make sure I knew where there classrooms were and to make sure they were in the right place. And then I watched them head off to another year of learning without looking back.

 And here I sit, watching the clock and realizing that it is about lunch time at school.  My 1st grader’s first time in the lunch room.  His first time having recess on the big kid playground.  His first time being away from me ALL. DAY. LONG!  And then I start to worry.  Will he remember to eat his lunch and not chat the lunch hour away?  Will he know how to find the bathroom when he needs it and make it there in time? Will the other kids be nice to him?  Will he be able to survive recess without any major injuries since he’s a bit accident prone?  Will he get tired and let his afternoon grumpiness come through?  Will he get on the RIGHT bus home???  As I watched him get on the bus this morning and then watched him playing with his friends at the playground, and then finally watched him walk away without even a hint of nerves, I realize that he growing up too fast!  Not to mention my 3rd grader who is way to cool for me and is a pro at school by now.

Today is going to be a long day!   I came across this quote that I thought was perfect for the first day of school:

I think I’ve done pretty good at giving them roots but allowing them to use their wings has been harder for me. I guess like any mom, I worry that they will start to fly and then take a nasty fall.   But, they are growing up whether I like it or not and I have to stand back and allow them to spread their wings and know that if they fall they will be able to get back up, brush themselves off and then try again.    I can’t wait to hear about all of the adventures they had today!

Do you have a hard time letting go and letting your kids fly?