They are in fourth grade ๐Ÿ˜

Today I plan on drop the twiners and drive away free to cry. Yes I still cry on each first day of school. Yet my son asked if I could walk them “mom can you help me I dont think I can”  and I had to put my big girl panties on and walked them to their class. To the parents that see me I could pass like a mom that just droo her kid at kindergarten. My tears Could easily fool anyone. ๐Ÿ˜‚ why I dont know but is like each yr the babies are closer to leave me and I have my doubts about how well I will handle that. And then… Is the frustrating battle with my son. Having an ASD child is not easy when it cames to homework ohhh the joys. But most imp. Is his emational collapse when something or somebody is not quite like he wants too. Here we gooo another year. Lets pray and hope God will take control and this will be the best yr so far ๐Ÿ™‚