Conflicting emotions abound for mothers. Some are rejoicing that they will have time to themselves without being the Great Entertainer.
Some will be shedding tears as their too soon grown to Kindergarten age child goes off to school for the first time.
Some are panicking over the realization that they have taken on the daunting task of home schooling their child(ren).
And some, like me, are wistful for the little hands that are now able to hold mine rather than the other way around. For the times when walking to the mailbox together was a big adventure. When seeing a butterfly caused a moment of silent wonder that would be followed by a conversation of foundation laying faith.
Now our conversations include doctrine and theology or statistics for Giants baseball. Bigger ideas and passions. Man sized concerns. This is how it should be.
I would not trade who they are now for the little boys they were then. But I do miss them.