I‘ll be the first to admit this: I was a terrified, anxious, sadder-than-sad mama the day I walked my oldest to his Kindergarten class last month. I thought of the long day he entered this world, I remembered his first steps, and the tears that poured the first day of preschool. My mind wandered to our last year, our morning traditions and how much things would change – forever.
Then something happened.
I remembered (sounds silly) that I still have another precious offspring at home with me! This little bundle of energy often gets the brunt of parenting (or so I sometimes thing). As a first time mama his older brother had days full of park play and library time, we walked just to explore and did just about everything you do, with your first. Little brother however doesn’t get as much of these adventurous days, admittedly because he is like 3 toddlers in one and a bit of a handful. Not only that though, he is severely lacking in one on one time with mama.
So although I am missing my big boy for 3.5 hours per day – I get the pleasure and honor of spending that time with this one. We play with his brother’s toys (shhh!), go on our own adventures, and enjoy the time we get together. It’s almost like for just a bit of the day he is an only child. And he eats it right up.
Yes we miss “Gaga” as he calls him, but I’m soaking in the moments I get with this little man. The details, the itty bitty minutes that make up time well spent. Truth is, I’m now thankful for Kindergarten. This once weepy mama can now appreciate all aspects of the growing up years. Just remind me of this when both are in school!
