I'm not much in love with the idea of sending my son to school all day.
I know it's a necessary evil.
I'm sure he's learning lots of incredible, great things while there.
But the truth of it is . . . I miss him.
Yes, horribly selfish of me, but there are days I really want him to stay home.
He stayed home from school yesterday since Clark was off work and we were still "recovering" from our trip.
I felt like today was slightly reminiscent of the first day of school.
I think a tear or two escaped while I watched him jump from the van and trudge into school.
His childhood seems to be slipping quickly from me.
Wasn't I just holding him and reading a book??
I wish I could have that time back.
I miss that too.
Look at this big boy.
He can hold his baby sister and read her a book!
I have loved this short break from school to have him home.
It has reminded me of his joyfully, tender spirit. His enthusiasm and excitement for life.
And yes, I'm looking forward to the next break.
Or maybe even a snow day!