It’s that time of year… Back to School.
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.
"Wistful" – good word. I feel the same way when I think about our boys' early school years.
Beautiful. I'm the first-time kindergarten mom, the second-time preschool mom, and still the mom of one who thinks going to the mailbox is a grand adventure. I know someday I'll ache to have all this back, but sometimes it's hard to see beyond the potty training, the constant "why?", and the tantrums. Thank you for the reminder that it flies by all too quickly.
I was just watching Katie work on a hard spelling word and caught a glimpse of her little pre-school aged face all caught up in thought. It is sometimes hard to appreciate all the sweetness of toddlerhood when you're caught up in the day-to-day. Thank you for the reminder.