The first day....scared and alone.

As a mother of three both new to blogging, and having free time I have to confess its lonely.....

I always knew that this day would come, a day that not only one but all three would be in school all day, not just for a few hours were I could sit down and get a quick bite, or do some wii fit, or run those never ending errands, but a whole day.....alone by myself with no one to feed, change, clean up after, or ask to be quiet because "mommie is on the phone"

So here I sit thinking that this time would be well spent online, checking email, arranging the kids busy schedules and maybe, just maybe trying this blogging thing.

So here we go..... it is the first day of school, real school for the twins, they were excited to get up, which for those of you that know Erik know NEVER happens, they were thrilled to get dressed in their new big boy school clothes, couldn't wait to put their lunch in their new backpacks, matching of course. We took the always important pictures in front of the house, both together and apart and and we were off to Kindergarten. They were so excited, Ethan had the same never ending grin that he had when getting his soccer trophy, Erik was more subdued, as always, but could stop talking about Ms J and Kindergarten. When we got to school however, things quickly changed. They reluctantly walked into the kindergarten cage, and very slowly walked away from us, still smiling Ethan waved, and then as if a light bulb went off in his head reminding him that we, him Mommie and Daddy, would soon be leaving can came running,crying to the fence announcing that he didn't want to stay and that he wanted to come home with us.

My heart now in my throat, it was all I could do not to cry. My mind telling me that this would all work it self out, that this is what I had been waiting for, that this is a new experience and that he would grow as a result, but try telling that to my heart- it, we wanted to jump the gate and hold my sobbing little angel, to reassure his that Mommie would always be there and would ever leave him.

All the while Erik our little bean pole, is manning up- it is Erik that is still holding it together, all be it with his now perfected "mean face" on but still not crying , not freaking out and slowly walking around and getting the lay of the land. I was So proud!

So as Ms J finally arrives though the door to greet her mostly eager new students, I stand proud at the gate holding one little hand though it and waving to a brave little one above it .

I am not sure what got Ethan to finally line up, maybe he to wanted to be brave like his brother or maybe it was that his friend C had arrived and he didn't want to embarrassed holding my hand, either way he made his way to the wall and got ready for his first day of big boy school-Kindergarten....... I can hardly wait to see what they tell their big brother at 3.