Church School

Our home parish, Holy Ghost, runs their Religious Education program in the summer for two weeks. Sarah, our social butterfly, was so eager to be a part of it. I, the insanely clingy mother, was not so eager to let go: How would she do being gone most of the day? Would she cry for me? She has never been away from me like that! What in the world was I going to do without her!?!?! She doesn't know the first thing about school or how to raise her hand or be quiet when a teacher is talking or how to...

We get to the class room.

She finds her seat independently.

She puts her name tag over her head.

She flashes a smile and says:

"See ya, Mom!"

Joseph, Thomas, Nathan and I cry all the way back out to the car. Our girl is so big.