Riding the school bus and attending school were firsts for him today, in all of his fourteen years.
I watched a happy, confident, always unschooled young man leap onto the bus with a smile and a wave of his hand my way.
Last year I would have cried, actually, last year I did cry when he told me he was thinking about going to school. But I have grown this past year and have realized it's not about me, it's about him and what he wants in his life, and I am here to support him in each and every endeavor.
I felt happy and excited as I watched the bus drive away because I know HE is happy about embarking on this new adventure.
School will be a journey, as is all of life. He knows he can leave at any time if he feels it is not the right place for him.
I would like to blog his journey with school here, that is, if he doesn't mind. I will have to ask him :)
It is a happy day!