After the above photo was taken, he left me and the little D monster there all by ourselves. He wanted to go play with his friends on the playground. So much for capturing some memories, right? This is probably the reason why I couldn't shed a tear on his first day.
For once, he didn't need me. Not to hold his hand, or guide him around to make sure he knows where everything is, or to remove that little bit of toothpaste off the corners of his mouth that he ALWAYS seems to have when he goes to school.
Not an "I love you mom, Bye!"
The boy simply got up to go play and that was it. Quietly I whispered, "I love you. Have fun today. I'll see you later" but those words barely left 2 inches from my mouth and I know no one heard me.
I'll admit that it hurt a bit. But I realized that he's getting older, and it's just something as a mother that I'll learn to deal with.
When I returned to pick him up, the class was finishing up on an art project.
He was so focused here. Either that or he was still ignoring me.