So, I sent my two big kids off to school. As of last week I would have paid some one for school to start earlier. We were all ready for them to be out of the house. So I was oddly surprised at myself the night before school started. Avery insisted on making her first lunch for school. I had planned to make her lunch with a cute little note and extra special food. But true to form, she made it herself, packed it up, stuck it in her bag and refused to let me touch it. The next morning she was up before the sun, dressed, hair done, shoes on, backpack on, ready to head out the door 45 minutes early. She didn't require or desire ANY help from me. I dropped her off at her classroom, where she ran in without a second glance back, with no special note in her lunch and no hug or kiss.
I started to cry.
I started to cry.
I started to cry.
Am I the only mother who goes on this emotional rollercoaster when their children go off to school? I was on the edge of tears all day long. I was able to get so many things done with only 2 little ones at home, but we all missed the chaos of our summer routine. I'm sure in a month I will look back on this and laugh that I missed chaos and didn't wallow in my freedom, but for today it's bitter sweet.