Wednesday, August 20, 2008

1st grade here we come...

I just dropped Tristin off at school 45 minutes ago. How does one describe it? My emotions are still a little scattered, and I know in awhile I'll feel better, it's just that he's my little man and when I watched him walk away, it felt like a tiny piece of my heart went with him. Will it always feel this way? Is that the love of a Mother? I'm so thrilled for him, and scared out of mind at the same time. I just want him to be a good boy and to grow into the most amazing man. At what point do you stop and just let them become the little people they were born to become? I think this might be letting go and just accepting what is, and in these moments that stretch our hearts, all we can do is trust in Heavenly Father and watch them walk to the playground with out us.

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