In less than 48 hours, I will put this girl on the bus as a 5th grader. Go ahead. Let that sink in.
There’s nothing wrong with being a 5th grader. It’s just weird, because it was like 2 days ago that I put her on the bus as a kindergartner. Remember that?
And remember her little brother? The boy who got his heart shattered into pieces when she left on that bus? Bless him.
Little brother isn’t crying anymore. He’s getting on the bus, too, as a 3rd grader. They’ll be at the same elementary school for one more year.
He’s ready for 3rd grade, but I’m not. I’m going to miss his random-middle-of-the-day-hugs-for-no-reason.
I have mixed emotions as I always do. On the one hand, I love the structure and routine that fall brings. On the other hand, we have had a fabulous homework-free summer, and I’m not quite ready to let that go!