Asher started 3rd Grade yesterday.
We all survived…barely.
I’ve never been the type of mother to worry over her kids growing older. The more independent they become, the more joy I get from parenting. I love watching them grow, seeing who these little people are becoming.
However, this year, preparing for Asher to begin 3rd grade, remembering the little man who snuggled into me every evening, sort of choked me up. I’m a mother beaming at her growing boy and tearing up about the loss of her first born son – all in a single breath.
He’s fantastic. He will do amazing things. And I will smile and sob at the same time.