Got Thru It

Okay, the first day of school drop-off is through. All went well. I have to say, I can contribute alot of that to my small group at Church. The topics we've discussed and parenting guidance I have received has helped our family life so much. Mornings are great now. Big K is such a fun kid to spend mornings with and I've learned how to keep him moving without having to get upset. He had the best attitude and even humored me while I took pictures and video.

But let's roll back to last night. Last night I wanted a moment- a "let's pick out what you're wearing to school" moment. He kept wanting PR shirts or Spiderman. Not what I had in mind. Okay here's the dilemma, what's more important? Do I let him show his interest/style and go with the shirt that he chooses and cringe every time I look at his first day of school pictures or... do I bribe him with a point ($$$) if he wears a shirt with a collar. That shirt with the collar looked great. Reminded of how boys are so different than girls. How did I end up without having a girl??? (But that's another blog for another day).

After dropping him off I was TIRED. This morning wore me out and this is only day 1. One difficult part of having my kids grow up is that I also have to grow up. I've been spoiled- I would take the kids to Mom's (and often later than I should have) and she would get them ready for the day. On the days that Big K had Playschool, she even made his lunches. Now... I get them both ready, taken to two locations, make sure they have everything they need (a packed lunch, etc). And it doesn't sound like alot but I've been spoiled for a long time and this Queen is use to people understanding her flaws and these flaws- they've been there for A LONG LONG TIME. But my kiddos, they don't think a scatterbrained Mom is cute so I have to change, if not for me then for them. They don't need these bad habits.

So anyway, he handled things well. He'll do great. I know everything we've done up to this point has prepared him for everything he is about to encounter. I feel good about that! He's my big boy, what can I say... (tears are coming, gotta go).