Today was the big day.  The first day of kindergarten.  I have to say that as I type this my feelings are so raw so excuse me in advance for any dramatics.  I have been looking forward to this big day along with the kids but now that it is here and they are away, I feel so weepy.  This is a new chapter in our lives.......a good one....but I feel like my little chicks have flown the nest.

I headed upstairs around 7am to make sure they were awake and they were already well into "their routine".  We have had "their routine" since they started pre-K last year and I was happy to see that it transitioned into this new school year.  They looked so cute all sleepy eyed with their new clothes on, brushing their teeth.  We ate breakfast and piled into the car.  A few times Sophie said "I am getting nervous Mom", Max chimed in "me too".  I heard Sophie whispering to Max "would it be ok if we hold hands at school today?"  Max replied, "sure".  The traffic was unbelievable and we saw bunches of kids sitting in clusters waiting for their school buses along the way.  Once we arrived at school, it was mini van pandemonium.  The poor gal trying to direct traffic with all of these parents and children nervously trying to figure out where to go.

We walked into their classroom and it was so quiet, too quiet.  All these little five and six year olds looking at each other but not saying a word.  The kids found their little hooks to hang their backpacks.  I gave them a big smooch and told them to have a fabulous day.   They just smiled and looked at me like "I guess this is it".  Dan lingered a bit and then we walked out of the classroom.  All of a sudden, my eyes welled up with tears and I looked at Dan and said "I can't believe they are starting kindergarten".  I just about started boo whooing when I ran into a friend (thank goodness) and pulled it together.  On the way to the car I put on my sunglasses and the tears came rolling down my cheeks.

Once home, Dan jumped into his car and headed off to work.  I walked inside the house in a fog and smelled the sweet smell of sausage and syrup from our breakfast.  I headed to the bedroom when the house alarm started blaring.  Whoops.  I forgot to disarm the alarm.  I need to snap out of this.  I let Otis inside and made a cup of coffee and headed outside to thank God for an amazing six year with Max and Sophie.  What a blessing to be able to stay home with them during such formative years of development.  Developing their minds and most important, their hearts.  What an honor it has been to instil Christ's values into these little sponges.  Thank you God and I pray for favor during these school years that are stretched out before us.