My daughter starts kindergarten tomorrow. My newsfeed and Instagram are flooded with wistful photos of kids starting school. New beginnings. Fresh starts. Cute signs in ironic hipster fonts proclaiming their new grade.
I'll do it too. It's fun to show off the product of your loins!
September feels like a reset. Hold down that button and restart, erase too much summer indulgence, shake out your stir crazy two week hiatus from childcare, make a plan to get back to your running routine.You'll promise to pack your kiddos healthy lunches, buy a cool new bento box to house your organic, portable creations.
The back to school fervor and new stuff helps to sort of muffle the dull ache of holy crap, my baby is growing up. All the work to potty train, book and bath bedtime routine, put on your own shoes, on the CORRECT feet, pulllleaaase eat breakfast, feels so much like minutiae in comparison to this GIANT new step.
As I tiptoe out of my son's room (he's just three, I have some time left with that one!) to sneak downstairs and OZark Netflix myself with the hubs, I feel a string pulling me into my daughter's room. I squat at her bedside, breathe in her sleepy warmth and hold my breath just for a moment. It's really good. I am so very lucky to have helped raise this slumbering creature.
Parenthood is all at once a test of my patience, a fit of laughter, a tender hug, a really unexpected question from the backseat, an uncomfortable bathroom conversation, fighting over the last Dory bandaid.... a first day of school.
It's crazy good and crazy hard and the best part of my life. I feel so very fortunate to be able to do it.
I'll do it too. It's fun to show off the product of your loins!
September feels like a reset. Hold down that button and restart, erase too much summer indulgence, shake out your stir crazy two week hiatus from childcare, make a plan to get back to your running routine.You'll promise to pack your kiddos healthy lunches, buy a cool new bento box to house your organic, portable creations.
The back to school fervor and new stuff helps to sort of muffle the dull ache of holy crap, my baby is growing up. All the work to potty train, book and bath bedtime routine, put on your own shoes, on the CORRECT feet, pulllleaaase eat breakfast, feels so much like minutiae in comparison to this GIANT new step.
As I tiptoe out of my son's room (he's just three, I have some time left with that one!) to sneak downstairs and OZark Netflix myself with the hubs, I feel a string pulling me into my daughter's room. I squat at her bedside, breathe in her sleepy warmth and hold my breath just for a moment. It's really good. I am so very lucky to have helped raise this slumbering creature.
Parenthood is all at once a test of my patience, a fit of laughter, a tender hug, a really unexpected question from the backseat, an uncomfortable bathroom conversation, fighting over the last Dory bandaid.... a first day of school.
It's crazy good and crazy hard and the best part of my life. I feel so very fortunate to be able to do it.
