This morning I dropped off my oldest child at Kindergarten. Wow. I seriously can't believe it. I remember cradling her as a newborn baby as all the seasoned parents would tell me "Enjoy! It's goes so fast". Boy, were they right. In the blink of an eye my baby is five and half years old and off to school. How did that happen?
I didn't cry at drop off. I didn't even cry on the ride home. But as my youngest and I got in house and I said "It's just you and me today kiddo" the tears started to roll. Tears of sadness, longing, pride, and just feeling overwhelmed. Sending her off to Kindergarten is definitely bittersweet. Yes, I struggle with the idea of her being at school all day. And yes, I will miss her terribly. But, I am happy to watch her grow up and go through all of these firsts. Every time we encounter one of these big firsts my heart strings are pulled as I think of my two babies that will never have them.
I saw a meme recently that said "No one ever tells you that the hardest part of parenting is when your children grow up". I get it, a little. But not really. It is bittersweet to watch our children grow up and move on and not need us anymore. But isn't that why we have children? To watch them grow into amazing people? I can't disagree more with this statement. The hardest part of parenting is when your children don't grown up. When you don't get to send them off to their first day of Kindergarten. Or help them pull their first loose tooth. Or drop them off at their first school dance. Or drop them off at college.
Yes, it's incredibly hard letting go of our children at these various stages. I've cried twice already this morning. But I'm so lucky. I'm so lucky that my daughter is healthy and alive and going off to Kindergarten. I'm so lucky that her little sister has turned into a wild toddler seemingly overnight. These children just keep growing and changing. And I'm so lucky to be a part of it.