First Day of School!

The day didn’t go exactly as planned, but when does it ever?



You woke up at 6am—a smidge earlier than necessary. I was hoping you could sleep till the last possible moment. With about 20 minutes to go before walking out the door, Liam woke up having thrown up in his bed. I have no idea why, he felt great. But a bath was definitely in order. And then despite leaving 15 minutes late, we arrived at the school 15 minutes early. There was no traffic and we made record time. That called for an impromptu stop at Starbucks.



Then we dropped you off. It was faster than I expected. We pulled into the special ed circle (which is great by the way—totally missed car line) and started unloading your things. Daddy met your teachers and I gave some last minute instructions. Once you were in your seat, we snapped a few photos. Thankfully you gave a pretty smile early on—I didn’t want to be the obnoxious parent who insists on taking picture after picture until we got it right. I didn’t want to be that parent, but I would have been if that’s what was needed.



We pulled brother out last minute to take a picture and give you a kiss. He got out excited, but when we told him to tell you goodbye, I could see the confusion on his face. His usual cheesy grin was hard to draw out, he just kept looking at you like he wasn’t sure what was happening. Eventually he gave you a kiss, but when Daddy put him back in the car seat, he really started throwing a fit. He kept crying, saying your name. In fact the whole way home he asked, “Where See-see?” Never before have we dropped you off somewhere and left without you. He knew your car seat should not be empty as we drove home.



I started typing in my post last night that Daddy and I might be emotional, but Liam would be fine. But then I deleted it because I figured that went without saying. Boy was I wrong. I think Liam’s distress distracted me from my own feelings. I didn’t feel sad until we pulled into the driveway and I only unloaded one baby from the car. And it wasn’t so much sad as it was just a little lonely. For three years it has always been you and me. Even now I find myself keeping an ear out for you to throw up or your machine to beep. Instead all I hear is a ruckus from your brother (I have a feeling I am about to find every book you two own scattered across his bedroom floor). He and I are going to stay busy until it is time to pick you up. We can’t wait to hear all about your first day at school!