A few weeks ago I made a snarky comment about mothers who are all sad and weepy at the thought of sending their children off to Kindergarten. Well...God don't like snarky.
Tonight after implementing the much missed school night routine, I found myself having peculiar feelings.
It started with writing Bryson's name on EVERYTHING from his Avengers folder, to his Avengers book bag, Avengers t-shirt, pencil case, and lunch box. The kid is a walking billboard.
I started tearing up thinking that from now on he'll have a bevy of school supplies that I will need to identify as his, with my trusty black Sharpie marker. He'll make new friends, walk down hallways in a single file, sit in a desk, and learn to read. It's like Bryson's turning into a "real" kid.
|My Boys back in 2007|
Then, while doing some last minute shopping for lunch meat I nearly lost it thinking that I've got a 12 year old who doesn't even NEED me to make his lunches anymore. Not only is he sporting a mini-stache, but he grew nearly 2 inches in the last 3 months and can often be found ogling the half naked picture of Ariana Grande on his Nook wallpaper.
This is just too much for my life.
While I'll miss Bryson's role as the adorable tumor attached to my side and Tyler's adolescent smugness, I will not miss the incessant yelling and whining that went on all summer long. I swear to God if I heard "MOM, blah, blah, blah, insert complaint about an annoying thing one brother is doing to the other, mayhem, bloodshed over a video game...etc" I was sending them all to military school.
See I haven't gotten completely soft.
So, Thursday when I walk Bryson down to the end of the driveway, watch him board that big yellow bus with all of those 5th grade hooligans, and drive off to Kindergarten glory, I will not cry. Well, at least not until the bus is out of sight.
How are you coping with the first day of school?
Sucking it up From Boyland,