All the Emotions
When Ian and I decided to move our family to Georgia, I felt all the emotions immediately. I was excited, scared, worried, sad, happy all rolled into one. As the day draws closer for us to leave this chapter behind (uh, hello Friday), I find myself worrying about Max. He'll start school on the 8th, and this time I won't be there. I won't be down the hall where he can walk and turn a corner to the third grade hallway to my classroom. I won't be able to pop in during my prep time to see how his lunch is going. I won't be there, and it makes me so sad. I feel like this is really his first year of school. Now I know what other moms feel like on their kids first day of Kinder. That's going to be me on Monday. All. The. Tears. When I was talking with Max about school he told me he's worried. That sentence alone made me want to burst into tears. I don't want him to worry one bit. Believe me, I am doing enough worrying for the both of us. I know he's going to do just fine. He loves school, and I hope his love only continues to grow. I hope he makes lots of new friends that first day. Mostly, I hope I can keep the tears from falling until after I make it to the car.