… for a mommy meltdown.
My babies started school today.
Suddenly vanished are the memories of endless lunch hours, the overflowing laundry basket, the fact that I can get no.thing. done.
I just want my babies to stay home a little longer.
But too little to be facing this new school all alone. Too little to be riding the bus. Too little to be away from me all day, five days a week.
They’re nervous. And tired. They’re not used to waking up before 7:00. I’m not used to waking before 7:00.
I can see the anxiety on their faces. Anxiety mixed with excitement and anticipation, wondering what the day will hold.
And my stomach churns wanting to soothe all their worries away.
I pray for them to model good behavior: to be kind, to be polite, to work hard, to be generous.
And I pray for me: to swallow the goose-egg in my throat and remember that they are only mine for a short time, entrusted to me by Him.
And to enjoy every second He allows me the honor of being their mother.
I’m off to drop Sophie off at her first day of kindergarten. She’ll be in the afternoon class, right next door to Isabelle’s Pre-K (which doesn’t start until tomorrow, PTL.)
Lord help me, my mascara isn’t waterproof.