|The End of Summer :(|
|And here comes school|
The night before the first day of school, I thought we might have some problems. Liam was pretty scared and even went so far as to ask me about death and aging. "Am I going to die one day?" When I explained to him that we would all die one day, but it was a far way off and he didn't have to worry about it, he started to cry and said that he didn't want to go to school the next day because he didn't want to get older and die. Jeesh.
But the next morning was far smoother. He was past his morbid thoughts and excited to put on his uniform. He had a few jitters, but got past them and didn't even cry once we left in his classroom. I, however, did get a little teary eyed.
When I got home, I assaulted him with questions about how his first day went and if there were any problems getting picked up for aftercare. He sorta rolled his eyes and his daddy said, "See Liam, I told you she would ask a lot of questions". I didn't get much out of him except that he saw some of his friends from Oxford and Neighborhood Kids, but he seemed confident and happy. Is it horrible that that made me a little sad? It is, but he is so big now and I have to accept it. This is like the next level. The level were they don't take naps and have homework and even occasionally get embarrassed by their parents.