Today my little man started school. It’s only preschool, but it is still hard to grasp. I have friends who are thrilled their kids are gone to school. I know older adults who couldn’t get their kids out the door fast enough when the new school year began. Growing-up I remember my mom telling me how back-to-school time was her least favorite time of year. I couldn’t figure out why. I thought it was just terrible for my sister and I. Now I get it. My mom was right. I’ve cried for months at the thought of my little boy going to school. What would my days be like without him? We’ve never been apart. I made sure I would be a stay-at-home mom. Nothing was more important to me than being at home and a great mother to my children. Growing-up I witnessed the difference between my friends...
