I'm not really sure what that title means, actually. I just have one of their songs in my head as I'm pondering Blaine going to school. I should be singing I Am a Child of God or something similar.... and I'm starting to feel like a bad person soooooo....moving on.
We've finally gotten all of his school supplies (does anyone else find this a daunting task?). New school clothes (most of them aren't really new, but they're new to us....and someone obviously takes better care of their clothes than we do, thank you nameless benefactor). All of his paperwork is completed....he's psyched and I'm happy and sad at the same time. Which sounds a little manic, but I think it makes sense. We're excited for this new phase, but sad that our times together at home are gone. We'll have weekends, holidays and summers of course. It's not quite the same, though, is it? Someone else is going to be nurturing my son people. MY son. Wow, if I didn't sound manic before...I sure do now. Anywho....he'll be surrounded by other kids, caring teachers....so I'm not too worried. But I did cry myself to sleep last night. I'm starting to think I should be medicated.
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