This will be my last post on this blog. One day I might figure out how to combine my old and new blog. I have been on wordpress for two years, I’m happy with my new blog and am excited about where my blog is going. Here’s the link to my new blog.
I was that mom. The mom that had to back out of Alice Jane’s classroom door, because I didn’t want to take my eyes off of her, in case she waved goodbye, or needed to see me one last time. The mom that slowly closed the door, all the while peeking through till the last second. The mom that had her face in the window of the door, praying she would look my way. I was that mom. I wish I could say I’m embarrassed, but I’m not. I should be embarrassed. I’m not the first mom to drop her child off at school. It’s totally normal, but when you spend every moment of the day with your child, being in all of their special moments, it’s hard to know they are going to be having special moments at school, that I will never get to be a part of. I want to watch her answer questions right, and see her excited about learning something new, or getting good marks because she listened to the teacher and was kind. So, although dropping your child off at school is totally normal, it’s a huge step knowing that you’ve finally reached that point in their life where they are no longer a baby. No longer will I be the only one to experience all of her quirks and chats. No longer will I witness all of her achievements. That moment where you have to let go, not completely, she’s not 18, but let go more than I ever have before. I know it’s worth it. She loves school, she loves to learn, and she loves making new friends, so that leaves me looking through the window watching from a distance, while she grows into someone I know I will be proud of.