Anton started his first day of preschool today. Just like his big sister, Anton walked right into the classroom and never looked back. I was so proud, but the lump in my throat also gave away the truth that some small part of me wished he had thrown himself into my arms and said "Mommy, take me home with you!"

Not going to happen in my world of fiercely independent children and I really wouldn't have it any other way. But, still ... one look back would have been appreciated.

My mom reminded me of something my childhood minister used to say: "Parental love is the only love that, when successful, leads to separation".

Anton is so proud to be going to big kid school!