Dane's in Kindergarten

Dane’s in Kindergarten…..

I woke up this morning feeling like it was MY first day of something very important. I decided to shower and jump into the day with both feet. In the shower my mind wondered to my birth with Dane. I remember it all so very well and I felt almost overcome with emotion while I was washing the conditioner out of my hair.

I opened the door and found Dane snuggled in bed with his daddy. The clock read 6:44am. Dane knows that he is not supposed to come out of his room until 7:00am. (A trick I claim helps him "learn time" all the while helps me catch some zzzz's.) I am a bit annoyed and a bit in awe that such a beautiful human being was created by his daddy and me. I decided to let them sleep.

Soon, the chaos started, Cole woke up followed quickly by Dane. Breakfast was served (donuts and blueberries, as I'm sure you were wondering) the dogs needed feeding; the fish needed feeding, and all the other hustle and bustle that happens in the morning in our home. You see, this is pretty much a normal day -- with one HUGE exception.

Dane is going to Kindergarten.

Paling in comparison to my child starting school, the space shuttle launch is on the TV. Recognizing the amazement of sending another shuttle into space, while not ignoring the ironic parallel to my life, we all stop what we are doing and all watch this glorious event.




Then it is time to load up the backpack, and head out the door.



The drive there was fast...how can the minutes disappear into seconds? We parked, got out of the car...and with daddy's hand in his; he heads off to his future.



Waiting for the door to open brought all kinds of anxiety. Dane was just fine, his brother was clingy. I was about to swell up in memories, when I saw Keegan rounding the corner. I just sat and watched them for one second, excited to be here together, and showing each other their backpacks -- The Packers and The Fantastic Four...





It was quite a moment -- which lasted all of 2 seconds -- when Mrs. Dawson opened the door and let them come in. This woman will be in charge of my child's safety and education in the year to come. This woman, who was blocking the doorway and not letting me in, was Dane's Kindergarten teacher. He will always remember her...as I remember Ms. Potito (I just went off on a slight tangent, sorry...delete delete delete….getting back on track….so back to her blocking me at the door like a lineman...) in my pathetic state I ask for ONE more picture, to which this gracious woman allows.



We blow one kiss....and his journey begins.......and my journey home, in a bundle of sweet tears with a simple smile, makes me feel proud and honored to be the mom to Dane -- a Kindergartener.