It seems like there are two types of parents.
One type cries when their children start school.
The other type lets out a long sigh of relief that it’s that time of year again.
I thought I was the second type of parent.
Until this year. When I sent all of my children to school. It turns out that I’m that parent who can’t help but cry, but pretends to have something in her eye.
All of my babies are in school. All of them. I should be happy. I know this. But, I’m sad.
My babies aren’t babies anymore.