I cried with my oldest. I cried with my middle boy. And I'll cry with these guys even more.
Because I know the changes that happen when they are sent into that building. I know how they come out. They go in sweet, nice, friendly angels who want to hang out with their folks. They come out bitter, angry, snotty, know-it-all kids who don't want to be seen with their folks.
I know they come back to us when they are older and done with this stage. But I'll sure miss them when they are gone. I'm not ready. It feels like the school is coming to abduct my babies. I fucking hate it.