While the kids were having breakfast this morning, my middle son (7 years old) told my daughter to make sure to raise her hand when she needs help. My oldest boy (10 years old) also advised that she be nice to her classmates, and remember to share. I proudly listened to my loving boys handing down loving tips. I couldn't help but think, "Wow, we made those little creatures?” - I had to breathe in to control my tears.
As planned, I took off a full day from any work stuff so I can stick around in school in case my daughter needs me. There were some crying and only because she saw how afraid some of her classmates were. She is after all ONLY 3 YEARS OLD. Come to think of it, she's still a baby! My baby.
When the kids finally calmed down, the teacher's assistant told parents that it is time to leave the classroom. Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I sat in front of the school for a few minutes, walked away a little, and checked to see if I missed a call from her teacher. That went on for about 15 minutes. Finally I felt that it was safe for me to leave school grounds for some breakfast. It felt weird. Imagine that after 10 years, I'm again having breakfast ALONE without having to worry if there was someone to stay with the kids or the baby. I had never really imagined a moment like this.
After school, I picked up a very happy little girl. She had many fun stories to share and it was wringing my heart with all sorts of emotion. Sad. Happy. Sad. But, overall VERY HAPPY!
It was a happy morning even all the way to our first day of drive to school. I’m excited of my many free mornings and days to come, but there’s a part of me that is still very sad. My babies are all growing up too fast.