Since their early days, when the twins were the size of a cantaloupe and could fit in a shoebox (although tempting, we obviously never did it), my folks have sworn to be here for the twins’ first day of school, to walk them to their first day of school.
It was close, but they made their flights yesterday.
Today, dressed in their uniforms and up at 6am due to the excitement, the twins started school.
They were walked to school by their mummy, daddy, Gorby the dog, and their grandparents, who kept their promise and flew over here to walk the twins to their first day of school.
When we dropped them off at the school, we talked to the teachers, we watched the other kids. When the bell rang, the new incoming kids (all called Reception Class over here, which is rather like 1st grade in the States as here they start full-time, all day) stood ready.
I hugged the twins and kissed them, and when they asked why I was crying so much I told them it was because I was so, so happy and so very proud. I meant it, too. I just couldn’t tell them that although they will always be my babies, today they made a large step into not being babies.
PS – post up at ITPR tomorrow.