It wasn’t that long ago that I feared the change Kindergarten would bring. It wasn’t that long ago that I wept while he was gone and it wasn’t that long ago that I yearned for him to return so that our normal would be restored. That normal, which was all I had known for 5…
He’s in Kindergarten now…and I do not miss him.
It seems like not that long ago I was desperately afraid of letting my son go. I was holding on to him tight and trying to shove his big ol’ 5 year old self under my wing for just a little bit longer. He started Kindergarten on Tuesday and I didn’t shed a tear. Maybe…
C..c…changes
The hardest part of being a mother to me is letting go. As mother’s we instinctively hold on tight to our children and protect them under our wing. They’re always in arms reach, our eyes are always burrowing an invisible hole in the back of their head in public and we know the general whereabouts…
