A fresh school year is here, and I can almost smell the excitement of brand-new crayons. My eldest child, my little sunshine, is about to embark on her kindergarten journey, marking a bittersweet transition for me as a parent.
She is a spirited little girl whose lively antics both amuse and exhaust me. I remember when she was a baby, having a tough time leaving her at the gym daycare. I spent more time struggling to fit into my yoga pants than actually working out. Every session ended with me rushing back to comfort my wailing child. Eventually, I gave up on the gym and promised myself I would get back in shape once she started preschool. Time flew by, and before I knew it, I was enrolling her at age two, after 821 days of dedicated parenting. I craved some time for myself.
On the first day of school, I cleared my schedule, planning to hang out in the library, fully expecting to be called back to calm her down. I talked up her new adventure, hoping to ease her into this new world filled with fun toys and new friends. As I snapped a picture of her at the school entrance, I felt a lump in my throat. I wished for her to have a smooth first day, not fully grasping that this was her first significant step away from me.
To my surprise, she didn’t cry at all. In fact, I had to chase her into the classroom for a goodbye kiss. The worry that had gripped my heart melted away as I realized she was happy. The days without my little one quickly multiplied, and I began dreaming of returning to a full-time job in an office where adults didn’t use jam as an accessory at lunch. The challenges of being a mom during the “terrible threes” left me feeling like I was just surviving each day.
I often gazed around my chaotic house, longing for just five minutes of peace. My daughter’s sassy remarks made it hard to keep my composure, and instead of yelling, I found solace in my closet, screaming silently for a moment of privacy. Then, I came to realize that my mother had exaggerated about the ease of age four. Instead of becoming a little angel, my daughter continued to test my patience daily, refusing to wear anything but cat-themed clothes and complaining about her shoes.
I spent hours letting her watch Ruby Gloom on Netflix while I scoured job boards for freelance opportunities. I longed to return to a world where chicken nuggets and boogers weren’t the main topics of lunch conversations.
As I watched my daughter prepare for all-day kindergarten, I couldn’t help but feel another lump in my throat. What if she didn’t even notice my goodbye? This extraordinary little being, with whom I had spent 1,898 days, was taking another significant step away from me. I found myself reminiscing about those jam-smeared kisses and regretting the Netflix marathons. I knew I needed to cherish these last few weeks together.
It was a mix of heartbreak, joy, and fear all rolled into one. I realized that when the moment came to drop her off, I would simply have to hold back the tears and appreciate every fleeting moment.
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In summary, the journey of motherhood is filled with moments of joy and challenges. Embracing the bittersweet transitions, like starting kindergarten, is essential as we cherish our time with our little ones.