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Kindergarten- Day 1
It’s a day I didn’t think would arrive as fast as it did.
My oldest is at school and my youngest (Referred to as Y moving forward) is napping no more than fifteen feet away from me. It’s a strange feeling and day because it’s one that I knew was coming and yet I thought was further away. When my oldest (To be referred to as X moving forward) started pre-school I wept in a Starbucks not even half a mile from her school. It was a moment I wanted for her and she just strolled right into the classroom, no problem, and I left feeling so proud of her and myself.
Today, was a little different.
The last five years have been some of the highest of highs and lowest of lows in my life. I can’t speak to X’s experience, but I hope it was more highs than lows. During all of it, she was there, right next to me. My buddy, and shit, I’m crying, one second.
My buddy is able to do life without needing me all the time.
I cry not because I am upset or even that sad, though it is a small sadness, check that it’s a little big, because I got X ready for school. I don’t mean clothes, backpack, and other stuff like that, but emotionally ready. Getting her ready to be herself at school without having to worry about me or my thoughts has been hard. I’ve wanted to step in so many times to tell her what to do at home. To explain to her…
