First day of school

He will always be my baby.

But it looks like my baby may be growing up.

Cue the sappy music.

Jason entered the first grade today.



He stood at the bus stop with pal, Ethan, for the very first time. Ethan's mom, Kathy, huddled with them. He caught the big yellow school bus for the very first time. And despite the heavy rain, his brothers, Michael and Joshua, were there to watch him go. Daddy was there, too.



I missed the action, but I called Jason right before he was to leave the house. He sounded so mature.

"Hello?" he said.
He didn't sound nervous or scared. He seemed so oddly confident about heading to a new school.
And talk about big milestones. Jason lost his other front tooth the other day. That generous Tooth Fairy coughed up another $3 for that one. So, now he looks like a hockey player who had a really tough game.

He smiles just the same, only with a huge gap between his lips.



The boys didn't mind the rain, didn't mind the wait. Doug said when the bus came, both boys climbed onto the bus without looking back.

Thankfully, Jason waved from the window. And then they were gone.



I was able to pick him up from the bus stop.
The rain was still with us.

Jason ran down the stairs of the bus and gave me a hug.

He had an okay day, he said. Teacher was nice, bus driver not so much. The boys and girls in class were nice, let's go home and have a snack.

The first day of school is behind us, and the kids are just about in bed, ready to go back tomorrow.

And we're ready as well.