Dropped my little guy off for his last year of grade school. The house is so quiet I can hear the tears forming in my eyes. I have been parenting for 28 years but I worry just the same now as I did with my first son.
1. Will he be okay?
2. Will he make new friends?
3. Will he make good choices?
4. Will he be happy?
This is the year the hormones will start kicking in and make everyone a bit edgy and cranky. It happens, it is a part of life that must be lived.
But yet I sit here missing my baby boy and this silly antics that make him the best piece of my heart.
My tears are not unique, they are a mother’s tears.