I just left my first born at school, for his first day of kindergarten. And boy, did it break my heart!
At this point, he was still excited…
Isn’t he handsome??
But then, panic sets in.
I waited with him as long as I could, him clinging to me the whole time.
But he eventually had to get in line with his class, and I had to let him go, with a couple of big alligator tears on his face (and a few threatening mine). It broke my heart.
I’m sure, when I pick him up in three hours, he’ll be excited again. Or maybe…a couple of days from now.
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