It has finally happened. It has been five years since I brought my first baby into the world, and off to kindergarten he goes.
No, the time didn't fly by. No, I haven't cherished every second of Motherhood. But, wow, I feel his absence in every way.
Whether for the best or not, I have devoted the last five years to him; my days have revolved around caring for his little self. Was I looking forward to the break that school would provide? The small bits of alone time I could enjoy when my daughter, his younger sister, naps or goes to preschool? Yes! [I even published an essay about it, here].
Still, I couldn't have predicted just how... empty I would feel as that little yellow bus pulled away this morning, carrying my heart inside. Even though I still have my daughter at home, things feel different around here.
All day, I've been glancing at the clock, trying to keep busy but wondering what my son is doing right then. How he is doing. If he is happy or sad. If he misses me or if he is having fun in his new surroundings. If he is tired or hungry, or any other mixture of feelings that are now second nature to me. More than anything, I hope he comes home happy and full of excitement.
He has never been away from home for more than a couple of hours, and so I can't believe this is the new normal. That tomorrow, we will do it all again...and again.
How about you? Have your children started school? How was the transition for both of you?
~Julia @ Frantic Mama
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