My only baby started this Monday. I guess this symbolizes more than just the end of the baby/toddler years for me. Some of you know that I had a very difficult time with depression, ptsd and other physical/mental health problems. I even considered giving him up for adoption a few times because I didn't think I could be the mum Travis deserves. I'm so glad I didn't.
Someone told me that the first 4 years are the hardest, and if you can survive until they start school you'll be ok. I think she was right, there may be bigger problems ahead for us but I'll be able to deal with them knowing I can do anything if I try hard enough.