Technically he's been going to 'school' since January of this year but according to the place we take him and many other places, its officially the start of the school year. As I entered the building with little buddy I couldn't help but notice a couple leaving, and the mother was crying or most likely she was bawling. It brought me back to that very first day I dropped off my 6 month old at 'school' for a full day without him in my arms or my lap or at home. I remember bawling myself in my car after I took him to his classroom, tears streaming down my face like a raging river thinking I've just given this place a piece of my heart. I called my mom for comfort and she was right there for me in spirit over the phone. Thank you mom!
My heart went out to that mother who was crying while her husband was giving her a hug trying to console her. Each day did get easier and as he got older I enjoyed walking into the room as he would look up and race to me to give me a huge leg hug. I still miss that little guy when I take him to 'school' but I also know now that he's getting to play with kids his own age and learn new and exciting things...like counting in Spanish to 10.
I learned Spanish in high school and have forgotten most of it by now many, many years later but maybe little buddy can re-teach this old dog some new tricks.
My heart went out to that mother who was crying while her husband was giving her a hug trying to console her. Each day did get easier and as he got older I enjoyed walking into the room as he would look up and race to me to give me a huge leg hug. I still miss that little guy when I take him to 'school' but I also know now that he's getting to play with kids his own age and learn new and exciting things...like counting in Spanish to 10.
I learned Spanish in high school and have forgotten most of it by now many, many years later but maybe little buddy can re-teach this old dog some new tricks.
