"I'm not gonna cry." I told myself.
Well, self? YOU ARE A LIAR.
I dropped Buggy off at her new school this morning. Fifth grade.
FIFTH grade.
I hugged her tightly, told her how proud I am of her and wished her the best first day of school ever.
"Now, go before I cry." I told her as my eyes starting tearing up and I walked away.
I could feel her eyes roll and the inhale as she held her breath hoping that her mother wouldn't sob in the middle of the gym. I am sure she giggled and shook her head too, but I was too busy bolting out of there to look back.
Bubba just grabbed my hand and hustled out with me. I could feel him staring up at me to see if I really was gonna let that tear fall.
By the time we got out to the van, I had sucked it all in, for the most part.
I'm a cry baby.
Plain and simple.
I cry when I'm mad, I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm happy and I really cry looking at my babies growing up...I am so proud of them. I am so very proud of them.
I was so proud of myself for not crying this year.
ReplyDeleteI cry every year on that first day of school. See, the teachers have mace now. Me? I don't have kids.
ReplyDeleteI admire my kids. Every year they face the unknown...new challenges. To become the Jokesters they are meant to be....
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