On the first day of first grade, Daniel got dressed, tied his shoes, ate breakfast, and brushed his teeth without prompting -- all the things I'd nagged him to get done quickly last year. We were even early for school. Sporting a new haircut, squeaky new shoes, and stylish clothes, he walked down the hall and straight into his new classroom without me, not even looking up as I later dropped off school supplies. We spent six years readying him for the world and now he actually walks through it all by himself. And I want my little boy back.
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