We’re back into some sort of routine. The routine of school days. I thought it would be harder than it was. Honestly, it was a breeze. I was nervous about Emma starting kindergarten. I knew she would do wonderful, but, I was nervous about myself. She’s my middle child, my only girl, and has been my little shadow for 6 years. Every now and then, I do find myself thinking, “yay, tomorrow is Wednesday and she doesn’t go to barn school…she’ll be home with me.” But, then I realize there’s no more days at the barn, no more preschool, and for a moment, I get a little sad. I miss my girl. These moments of letting go just a bit more, sting a bit. It’s the hard part of motherhood, but it’s inevitable. I must let go.
Before I start crying, lets document this first month of school:
Eli, my oldest, so he will go first. He loves his teacher. He loves that I have lunch with him once a week. He looks so handsome in his uniform and still doesn’t have an opinion about what color shirt he wears (thank goodness). I search his pockets every morning to make sure he’s not taking pokemon cards to school. I was nervous about his spelling. At the end of 2nd grade, his spelling just wasn’t that great. I meant to work with him over the summer on it, but, the pool called to us a bit too much, so I didn’t. So far, holy cow, this guy is spelling like a rockstar! So proud of him! If spelling is my only concern, I’ll take it!!!
Emma, my middle child, and I don’t buy into that middle child syndrome stuff, so I’m cool with calling her my middle child. Well, Emma, she’s doing amazing! She was beyond ready for kindergarten. So, so, SO happy I kept her home with me and didn’t have her start kindergarten at 5!!!! She had everything she needed to be prepared for kindergarten, but, I worried that she would struggle once she realized that kinder is all day, every day. But nope, doesn’t bother her. She’s very responsible and follows the rules. She does say that they are currently learning things that she already knows, but, I remind her to just show her teacher what she is capable of and not hold it back. She tells me every detail that happens during her school day including what she ate, what she didn’t eat, and what her friends and friends friends ate. No detail escapes that girl!
Easton, my youngest, and the baby who, if he was my first born, would probably be my only child. Yes, I just said that. He’s sweet and cute and smells like a fluffy cloud of cotton candy, but, he’s a little monster. I should have known that after birthing two very easy going children, that, I was due for a little monster. But I’ll take him, because I feel like I have another chance at new mom-hood. Five days a week, I send the big kids to school and then it’s just us. I miss the big kids like mad, but, I seriously cherish the moments I have alone with Easton. I sit on the floor and stack blocks just so he can destroy my creation. We read books, well, it’s really just me pointing to animals trying to get him to talk more. We eat lunch at the breakfast nook table which involves him throwing his food at either me or the floor. He follows me around the house. And when the clock strikes noon, we snuggle and I walk him up and down the hall to get him sleepy for his nap. It’s truly a special time with him. A special time that I had with Eli and Emma years ago.
Tomorrow is Monday, and we’ll start our weekly routine all over again. And as the weeks progress, we’ll get more and more adjusted to this change, and then it will change again. But the one constant in all this change is us, our family, and the bond and keeps us coming back to each other.