When
Daniel and Nathan started school, I did a happy dance as they got on the bus
for the first time. But I have to admit that with Matthew I was a bit
emotional. You see, by the time Matthew was born, Daniel was in kindergarten
and Nathan was in preschool. Because of Matthew’s multitude of allergies, I was
less likely to send him to a babysitter. It was a bit stressful (for me and for them) to hand someone my
5-month-old and say, “Oh, and by the way, he is allergic to some stuff…like
milk… and eggs…dogs to, his face will swell up…” So until Malia came along, it
was just Matthew and me at home. And Malia is four and a half years younger
than Matthew so he has been my stay-at-home buddy for a long time. And for all
that time he has helped me make bread, clean the house, run errands, do
laundry, you name it and he has been right there with me. Yes, he has had two
years of preschool, but preschool was five houses down the street and it wasn’t
every day.
So
as I left him at school this morning, his response being to hand me the
appropriate paper per his teacher’s instructions with a quick, “Bye, Mom” as he
headed back to the carpet, I’ll confess that I welled up just a bit. He’s
obviously ready for kindergarten. I’m not sure I am.


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