The First Day of School . . .

and the tears are streaming. Not tears of joy, but tears of sadness. My little Jackson started First Grade today. He's been so excited, especially to eat lunch at school. But I have been dreading this day all week. I felt a tinge of sadness as Kurt and I walked out of the school and was doing fine until I walked into his bedroom to change the sheets on the beds. Then, I lost it. I cried. I cried for feeling guilty that sometimes I'm too hard on him. I cried because my little helper is gone all day now and I cried because my baby isn't a baby anymore and is growing up way too fast. I know he'll do great this year but it's so hard letting go. If it's this tough now, I'm already dreading when he leaves for college and on a mission.