First Day of School
Today is the first time in eight years that I haven’t been with my son on his first day of school. I had planned to be there, just to drop him off, but when I talked to him on the phone the other night, he let me know that he would just walk to school like all the other kids. I know he isn’t a baby anymore, though he will always be my baby, and this is just a part of allowing him to grow up and become an independent adult. I just wish it didn’t hurt so damn much because the reality is setting in that he doesn’t live with me anymore.