There are moments that touch a mother's heart and they vow to keep the memory tucked away inside a treasure chest in the mind to be cherished forever. The birth of a child, the first time baby says, "Mama", baby's first steps, etc. All of these moments (and more) are always special, but somehow with the next child, the magic has slightly worn off or perhaps your world is engulfed in so much that you forget to soak in the moment. Some of these moments are easily accepted as you bask in the fruits of your labor and you know it's the next step toward your child's independence or individualism, others are welcomed for the change yet not so much for that extra step toward your child's own self-reliance which is where I am right now.
The moment that I'm referring to is the first time they leave the nest to venture out from under your loving wing into another's; whom you've chosen to help teach your child the things you don't feel confident enough to teach them yourself. Yes; I'm talking about the first day of school.
Why is it so hard to pass your sweet child off to someone else to learn not only letters and numbers, but social and adaptive skills. What makes this moment so much harder to let go of your child's hand as they walk into the classroom than when you let go of their hand as they took their first steps? All I know is that with each passing child, this moment
never gets easier.
Corban on his very first day of pre-school.
2 comments:
Oh my gosh, I do not know how you do it! Joshua & Gavin are entering pre-k this year and I'm ok with that, but NEXT year, it's the big school! Kindergarten, Baby! My babies! Gone!
At least we have each other. :) Oh wait, our boys have each other too. With what is going on I am glad Hayden has Corban in his class. Maybe someone upstairs is really aware of what we need.
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