It's the first day of school. New school. New teachers. New friends. New clothes. A brand new day. My poor boy was SO nervous. We all were a little, I think. I worried over carpool lines and could I park and walk him into the building? Callum worried over dressing out for PE, being a server at lunch and managing his belt. He had go to the bathroom as soon as he got there!

Over the weekend I was thinking about the start of school last year. I know I've told you this story before, but even as we started thinking about new schools waaaay back last summer, I looked forward to that coming year and fourth grade with a lot of hope. It didn't last. I felt sad, scared, worried and trapped before Callum even got his foot in the door.

This year is different. We're filled with hope and excitement. Trepidation, of course, but my anticipation this year was SO different than all of the fear we faced last year at this time.

We got him in the door and said goodbye in the lobby. I didn't walk him to his class. I regret that now, but by the time we hugged, he had his game face on. Ready for the brand new day. If he wants me to, I'll walk him in tomorrow. I can't wait to pick him up this afternoon and hear how it went. I can't wait to see what happens.