I am sitting alone in a dark room with nothing but my computer screen giving off light. The hum of the air conditioner and my fingers tapping on the keys are the only sounds coming from my house. The night before the first day of school is here.
I have dreaded this moment for years. And it's here. I fight back tears this very moment. I have tried to keep my mind on other things but now it wanders. How will they do? How will I do? It's a good thing I am working tomorrow, I guess. I would have come home and sat in the empty house and cried. My baby is now officially a school boy. He's not a infant, toddler, preschooler, but a school aged child. What happened? Where did those years go? A small part of me is breaking but I still have the greatest pride in both my boys. They have come so far in such a short amount of time. I have done the best I could. I just have to pray that God will take care of them and keep them strong while not in my care. Darn these tears...please go away. It's a good thing. I don't want to feel sad. But I am. I can't lie.
I have laid out the clothes & shoes (no repeats of last year wanted), lunch is pack for one, money in a baggie for the other one. Backpacks are filled with paperwork. Notes have been signed and directions for pick up at the end of the day are done. I guess all that is left is to go to sleep.
I got my layouts ready for tomorrow morning. Camera is ready to go. I just have to drop in the pictures. Class of 2017 & 2020, here come the Stiverson Boys! Ready or not.