Today Tanner started Preschool. My youngest child. My Baby.
So of course I was all weepy, and teary-eyed, just trying to hold back the tears, even, right? But no, that didn't happen. I love that little boy more than life itself, but he is the last of 7 (and no, we are not going to have any more!), so maybe I am ready for a quiet house, four afternoons a week. 

But that can't be it, because we have Rachel doing home school. And you all know, that anywhere Rachel is, quiet is not. And that's not always a bad thing...I think. (Just kidding, Rachel!).
Maybe it is because by the time that Tanner leaves on his mission, I will have put in 39 years of raising kids, with diaper changing, potty training, wrestling and fighting, dog-eaten homework, chores not getting done, pets not being fed, rooms not being cleaned, and raging teenage boy and teenage girl hormones, maybe I am just ready to sing the hallelujah chorus to have an (almost) empty house for a scheduled time each day.
But I don't think that's it, either.
I think it's just because I always loved school, grade school, anyway, and it's been years since I have dreamed that I couldn't unlock my locker or that I didn't study for a test or forgot to put my clothes on...(oh yes, I think we all have those dreams) but they are behind me now. I think that since I loved school, he will too, and so how can I be sad about him having a great time and learning all kinds of new stuff!

I also think that it's because I know he is in the best place for him right now, and his teacher is FANTASTIC, and I know he can learn things there from her that that I have tried but failed to get through to him. And we all need a little help, a backup plan, for when we produce a child who is not always obedient, kind, and willing to do as asked, for the most part. (Thankfully I have a few kids kinda like that, so I do know the difference).


And how can I be sad about him making some really great friends! I think that he will have a wonderful year...and so will I. I think. Uhoh, now I'm crying...
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