Today is the first day of school for my two middle children. Andre heads to the first grade (I so can’t believe it!) and Amareah is excitedly on her way to kindergarten. This was their dad’s weekend so I met them this morning to wish them well and give them hugs, kisses, high fives and reassurances that I would be there when school is over.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not one of those extremely mushy moms who gets all teary eyed at new milestones, but today I became a little “thoughtful” (I guess that’s the correct word). I returned home after watching them walk into school with their father and younger sister, and I thought about the upcoming weeks. Their older sister will be returning to college this week (that’ll be Part 2) and the baby sister will be starting head start at the end of the month (that’s Part 3).
I stared at that picture. That little girl on the left – the one who I breastfed for a year, the one who sucked her two middle fingers for four years until she decided to stop on her own and the one who declared she didn’t want to go to head start any longer – is proudly and eagerly looking forward to her school year.
Their little faces and bodies hold all of those memories and feelings. And although I’m anxious for the empty nest, for days where I can take a nap and not have to concern myself with someone else’s schedule and pick up times – I am still the mommy and I’m semi-ready to tackle another school year.