Monday, August 31, 2015
This boy. This passionate, joyful, thoughtful, kind, wild electron. My orbiting moon for the last five years. This morning we send him off to his first day of kindergarten and we leap into the abyss with him. As I pack his special lunch and Joe cooks a breakfast feast, we say a traditional parental prayer - "please let them be kind, please let him thrive and learn and love it all. Please let him not be a total turkey who's hanging off the edge of the seat while yelling 'Hulk Smash!' and making the teacher repeat everything ten times!! Oh, and please don't let me bawl my eyes out at the classroom door and alarm the entire community in the first five minutes of school.