Today I took Little B to her first day at school. Well, actually it is more of mother's day out. But she calls it school. And it feels like a milestone.
My little baby is growing up. Today she is learning her numbers and yet it seems like tomorrow she will be learning how to drive.
Her first day of school was harder for me than it was for her. She skipped with happiness, with her new Elmo backpack on and her hand in mine, as we opened the door to greet her teacher, Mrs. Tanya. And with one last look over her shoulder at me and a quick "bye mama", she was off to do all the wonderous things that one does in school. Little Miss Independent... just like her mama.
This week has been tough for me with a lot of rawness to it. And the theme of it is all about letting go. Letting go of a dream that just isn't going to happen (at least not right now). Letting go of your little one's hand as she goes to school. Saying goodbye to someone that you are not quite ready to. Letting go of expectations of what you want your life to be in order to appreciate the life that you currently have.
Slowly but surely, I will get there. I will let go.
Eventually I will put away the worries and stress and feelings of vulnerability to focus on the reality of today. Because today is beautiful. My beautiful girl with her confident smile as she goes in to meet her new friends. My amazing friends and family that just get me and know what I need before I even do. My husband who holds my hand through all my crazy life adventures.
Any person that lives life like they mean it will stumble. And when that happens it is hard not to look at this world and be overcome by the fragility of it all. But part of living life like you mean it is that after you have a little breather on the side lines to lick your wounds, you get back up and jump back in. That is just what you do.
Maybe that is why I am so proud of my girl today. No standing on the side lines for her. No way. She just jumped right in.
Here's to jumping right in.
My little baby is growing up. Today she is learning her numbers and yet it seems like tomorrow she will be learning how to drive.
Her first day of school was harder for me than it was for her. She skipped with happiness, with her new Elmo backpack on and her hand in mine, as we opened the door to greet her teacher, Mrs. Tanya. And with one last look over her shoulder at me and a quick "bye mama", she was off to do all the wonderous things that one does in school. Little Miss Independent... just like her mama.
This week has been tough for me with a lot of rawness to it. And the theme of it is all about letting go. Letting go of a dream that just isn't going to happen (at least not right now). Letting go of your little one's hand as she goes to school. Saying goodbye to someone that you are not quite ready to. Letting go of expectations of what you want your life to be in order to appreciate the life that you currently have.
Slowly but surely, I will get there. I will let go.
Eventually I will put away the worries and stress and feelings of vulnerability to focus on the reality of today. Because today is beautiful. My beautiful girl with her confident smile as she goes in to meet her new friends. My amazing friends and family that just get me and know what I need before I even do. My husband who holds my hand through all my crazy life adventures.
Any person that lives life like they mean it will stumble. And when that happens it is hard not to look at this world and be overcome by the fragility of it all. But part of living life like you mean it is that after you have a little breather on the side lines to lick your wounds, you get back up and jump back in. That is just what you do.
Maybe that is why I am so proud of my girl today. No standing on the side lines for her. No way. She just jumped right in.
Here's to jumping right in.
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