It seems like yesterday that I was scanning the internet for "how to make homemade baby wipes" or "how to lose weight while breastfeeding"...now I'm staying up until 11:30 p.m. searching for kids lunch box ideas, wondering whether my son really needs a backpack with wheels, or is that setting him up to be a super dork.
I don't know if I'm going to cry when I see his little face in the small square of glass on the big school yellow school bus. Letting go is so hard. I'm letting go of the little baby who depended on me for survival. The little body that I used to hold tightly against my chest while dancing to slow songs in the kitchen.
So many thoughts - so nervous and anxious - for both of us. I should be celebrating - I've survived almost 6 years. Through a bad relationship, through buying a home and then having to move out of it - through buying a puppy and then giving it away - through diaper bags and spit up, and tantrums and teething - I've survived. We've survived.
But we've only just begun...
Annie, just so you know I did cry when my girls walked onto that bus for the first time. I recall saying to Steve, we need to follow the bus to make sure she arrives safely. Of course Steve said no.
ReplyDeleteI also cried, many years later, when Cassie drove out of the driveway after getting her license. I'm sure they'll be many more tears, but we get thru it. You are a terrific mom!
I (heart) you!
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