Releasing their hands as each made their way into the kindergarten yard, I knew there would be tears which would have to be hidden.
What I did not expect today were tears as Eldest made his way to high school for the very first time. Tears fighting to stay hidden as we spoke in the dining room of his anxiety and worries and hopes and expectations. Tears fighting to stay hidden as he noted that this was the first day of his last four years at home. Tears of my own worries for how he will navigate through his own worries fighting to stay hidden.
Tears of acknowledgement that it has been pure blustering on my part that the best present for my 50th birthday is all of those damn kids going to the first day of school.
I'm free now to let those unexpected tears flow.