Author Elizabeth Stone is quoted as saying, “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”
I would like to add that seeing the Kindergarten-sized version on that heart get on the bus for the first time is just plain painful. At least it was for me.
I will never forget the emotions that welled up inside of me the moment I saw that big, yellow beast come bellowing toward my son. Ok, maybe it wasn’t bellowing, but it was getting closer and closer. And when it stopped in front of us, with it’s little red stop sign flippantly waving hello, I thought I might be a goner.
How could my sweet little baby boy, the one who smelled like bath lotion and rice cereal, be walking up the bus steps? Did school really have to start today? Couldn’t we wait until after Christmas… or five or six more years? Is it really that important for our kids to know how to read and write and draw a triangle?
Alright, I guess it is important. And as I watched the wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round with my baby boy inside I tried to hold back the tears. My husband, who was going into work late that morning so that he could be there to watch this momentous occasion, shook his head and grinned at me as if knowing he’d dare not say his thoughts out loud. Mommy is fragile right now. Handle with care.
But low and behold, my baby boy made it through his first day of Kindergarten with flying colors. And what’s even more amazing is that I survived too!
I guess it’s just like Céline Dion says. Near, far, wherever you are… even if it’s off to your first day of a new season of life….my heart will go on!
This is an “oldie” but I thought I’d share it again as a new school year begins and many moms are feeling emotional (whether it be sadness or joy!) about sending Kindergartners out the door.
I wrote this about sending Karson to his first day of Kindergarten and now he’s in 4th grade! This year I sent my second child to Kindergarten, and it was another emotional day for me! But I’m happy to report that I’m surviving just fine with only one child at home now. And though I miss my older two, I’m really excited to watch them grow up!
It’s a mixed bag of emotions for me… can anyone else relate?!