The day finally came. It came, it came, it came just the same. Our baby is going to Kindergarten! He put up a brave front. Me on the other hand... I could tell he was nervous, but when the time came he went in, hung up his backpack and jacket and took his seat.

I was doing fine watching him stand there, trying to gain a bead on how he was doing. Then the other parents started lining their kids on the wall and some started crying because brother or sister was going to their class. The realization hit everyone that it was time. All the weeks of preparing, of coaching, of worrying and praying and it all came together here. Then I got a little tear thinking about how we got to this point. The early labor. Late night feedings watching West Wing. Putting him back in his crib 57 times in a night. Sending him to daycare/preschool last year and the tears he shed for the first two weeks.

Now he's in "big boy" school with his older brother. He'll have recess and eat in the lunchroom. He'll learn things I would have never thought to teach him. He's growing up and I can't stop it and I can't wait for it.