This was my first thought this morning, upon waking up and realizing that TOMORROW I send Sammy off to school. I've got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. My head knows it's the right thing to do, my head thinks that I've loved and raised him and part of his growing up is learning to be okay without me. He'll be with professional, loving, dedicated teachers and staff, learning his letters and how to add. It's what I want for him. I know that. And it's not like I'm shipping him off to boarding school, I'll get him back every afternoon and all day on the weekends.
But I'm near tears already - and I've still got about twenty three hours left on the countdown.
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