School came anyway - despite my prolonging summer. Jake was very excited to start. He woke up early and asked for a good breakfast to "make my brain work faster." We finished breakfast and got his cold lunch ready. Then we headed out to take back-to-school pictures.


He was ready too early - we ended up waiting at the bus stop for 25 minutes. He found plenty of snails to keep him busy.


In my attempt to easy his fears (that I was SURE he had), I handed him a rock that I had kissed. I told him to put it in his pocket in case he gets nervous - then he would carry a kiss from me around all day. (I had heard this idea from plenty of neighbors with older kids.) He promptly threw that down and said, "That's dumb Mom."
I tried.

For the second time in my life, I sent my baby off in the hands of someone else to give him love, assurance, care and education. For the second time, I cried for a little while. I don't think it will ever get easier.
He will always be my baby; even if he doesn't need a kiss in his pocket.
I know I sure did.