Tuesday, September 01, 2009

First Grade

Today I put my kids on the school bus for 1st grade. All mothers have done it, it is nothing new, it is an old story that you can find practically on every parenting blog on the Internet. Until it is your turn.

The past six and a half years were leading up until this moment: leaving the house and being in some one's else care for eight hours a day. There is just something that is not right about that.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I drove my twins home from the hospital at a snails pace?
How does a mother let go of their child’s small hand so they can dip their toe in the ocean of the world, when all they want to do is scoop them into her arms and lay under the safety of a tree and just be?

These are my precious babies, no matter how old they will become, so I will do what every mother does:
I will send them to school. I will walk them to the bus, I will place them in the care of others and I will watch as the bus drives away.
And I will hold my tears until they are in the distance, crying for the little babies that were and for the amazing people I know they are becoming.

First grade.
It is a big deal.


  1. I hear your pain, girlfriend.

    Today was our first day of school too, but now the girls are in middle and high school...no more elementary school (weep).

    I feel so old.

    No one wanted me to walk them to the bus stop, not even my baby who just turned 11. I walked them anyway, but it was like standing for the bus with a bunch of strangers...no one spoke.

    It's just not the same.

  2. Eli starts preschool next week. I'm going to go cry in the corner now.
    Do you have twitter?


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