Wednesday, September 8, 2010

First Day

This morning I put this handsome boy on the bus again. The first day always seems to give me jitters. Instead of feeling anxious and excited and unsure and happy all at the same time for myself, I now feel that way for them. I stood this morning, my stomach doing flip-flops, praying and hoping for them to be good and be safe and be good friends and to enjoy it all.


And then I stood and had to do it all over again this afternoon. Only this really was the first time for Tate. The first time on a bus, first time really navigating things on his own, first time without me there to remind him and gather up after him. I could tell he was a little nervous, but excited too. He'll be great. And I am not one to get teary over things like this, but my little Pip has just gotten big before my eyes. Suddenly, he's tall. Suddenly, his feet have grown a whole size. Suddenly, he's lost teeth and learned to ride a 2-wheel bike. And suddenly, I just want to scoop him up in my arms and squeeze him.


It's hitting me harder with him, in a way, and I suppose it is because Calvin was my "big boy" when he went to kindergarten and Tate is my little Pippi. My silly, hardheaded, imaginative, sweet "little boy." Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled about their growth and I wouldn't trade it for them staying still. Not ever would I want to hold them back from life. And, I don't think I'll feel this emotional about Ellerie starting preschool next week.


There's just something about that bus.

9 comments:

Aging Mommy said...

Oh my, a big day indeed. I think it is something about the bus, putting your child on a bus and watching them ride off into the sunrise without you. If we stay in the house we are in we won't be getting the bus as the school is at the end of our road, so we will walk which I know will feel a whole lot better than waving my daughter off on a bus. Lovely photos - I hope they both had a wonderful first day.

Dana - Old Red Barn Co. said...

Don't count on it momma. I bet next week is just as emotional. :)

Jen said...

The bus! I do think there is something about putting your child on the bus. Actually, now that I think about it. My first nanny job, I cried when I put the little girl on the bus to go to kindergarten. I DID! But, that is probably because I adored her... and I am a big sappy sap.

feather said...

oh, but you did it! are there any kleenex's left in the house?
it's such a big step to put them on that bus, but they are always ready!

blue china studio said...

I didn't have to do the bus with my son, just walked him to school each day, but I can SO see why the bus would be even harder. But you did it! They grow up so fast, sigh.

Artfulife said...

They grow up too quickly! I get weepy about this from time to time also. What a little cutie pie.

Scented Sweetpeas said...

oh goodness what a emotional week you have had! I know what you mean, I love to see my kiddies grow but wish it was a little slower :-)

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded said...

I was lucky to live very close to school when my girls were little. I would have been a basket case of gushing tears and ulcers putting them on a bus. It was bad enough when the younger girls started 6th grade and had to ride one for the first time. These days I cry when they leave a school to move to the next level. I'm not sure it ever stops : )

Nicola (Which Name?) said...

Oh I know that achiness!
Such cuties!
Nicola