Yesterday I took my twins to kindergarten orientation. I gathered them up, cleaned them off, scooped up the baby and off we went, into the unknown territory known as elementary school. Sure the kids went to preschool, but this is different. This is the big league.
We walked into school, put on our name badges and sat down in the auditorium. It brought me back to my school days, it smelled like elementary school. Like paste, milk in cardboard containers, construction paper and sneakers. They called the kindergarten hopefuls one by one and gave them a buddy. They called my kids together and they were matched up to a cute, tie wearing boy named Josh. They lined up and off they went to the classroom to have a snack and do a craft while the parents were introduced to the principal and some staff. I started to cry. This was it. My kids were going off to start their career in school and I will never have them home with me all day, every day again. They were going to be separated for the first time in class and I know they will thrive. They will have their own teacher and friends, just liek they asked for. I looked around the room and nobody else was crying. What a loser I was! I hoped the other parents didn't notice as I dug in my purse for a tissue.
Even though I gave birth nine weeks ago, I am still going to blame this mini breakdown on hormones. Of course it is only kindergarten and I still have a baby at home, but in a blink of an eye won't it be high school graduation? I just know it will. I know I will be fine and so will my kids. Just remind me of that again in September.