I spoke too soon...

This morning when I dropped Payton off at school, he started crying. I held back my tears and told him it would be fun. I saw a few other kids a little sad, too. I told Payton to go hang out with them, and they could cheer each other up. That didn't work. The principal came over and held his hand and took him to the line to go into school. I started to cry, but made sure Payton didn't see me. I felt so bad. Another mom gave me "the look". The one that said sorry, I know how you feel. Luckily, Rachel doesn't let me stay sad too long. I knew he'd be just fine once I was gone. The principal called about an hour after school started to let me know she checked on Payton and he was playing and laughing with other kids. I don't know if she was telling the truth, but it made me feel better. I hope he has a better morning tomorrow.