My little boy hopped on the bus and is headed for 1st grade. It seems like just yesterday he was only an infant. What a surprise it will be in 8 years when he starts high-school, 10 years when he starts driving, and finally, 13 years when he's all grown up and ready to leave for college.
I hope that all of the coaching and teaching we do over the years produces a well-mannered, well-adjusted, honest, compassionate, and respectable adult. So far I feel like we've done pretty well. Yesterday we had a talk about how even if no other kids are behaved he still needed to follow the rules, we discussed it a little this morning as well before he got on the bus. I told him I am very proud of him for how well behaved he's been so far and that it makes me so happy to know that he is a good boy and to keep up the good work.
I am so excited to get him at the bus stop this afternoon and find out how his first day went, feed him a snack and get him started on homework. What an amazing time that I get to stay at home and get everything done so that I can devote the afternoon to him. I am amazed!