My best girl started preschool today.
She really did great - a little sad when I left, but her teacher said she was just fine a few minutes after. I did have to go pick her up a little early for an upset tummy, but her teacher said she participated and was really well behaved.
About a month ago, I almost wrote a post talking about how I wouldn't be one of those "I MISS MY BAY-BEEEE" moms crying in the parking lot of the preschool until school was out. No, I refused to mourn a new stage of life, because two of my babies never got to experience this stage. This was something to be celebrated, not to be sad about.
But I refrained - and I'm glad I did. Because yesterday afternoon, Emma Ramey's teacher put up a picture of her classroom with Emmie's name on the door.
And my heart dropped into my stomach. Woah - didn't expect that to happen.
I never knew I would be one of "those moms." And I still don't think I am - not a tear was shed by me this morning, and when Noah texted me to see how I was doing, I might or might not have referred to my new-found free time as "the bomb." But with each new chapter of life that starts, an old one ends. And I don't care who you are, there's something a little sad about that.
I think every parent experiences their child's new stage of life in a different way. Some are the stage 5 clingers that might be sad that an old chapter of life is ending; some are laid back and concentrate the fact that their child is growing, changing, and becoming a person. Then you've got the parents somewhere in between those two. And some are just glad that school is back and they get a few hours a day to go to the grocery store in peace. :)
And all of those are ok. I think we all have a different approach to parenting, but what's important is that we're all trying our best. We all love our children, and just like everything else in this world, we all have different ways of expressing it. And that's going to create lots of different little personalities - wouldn't the world be boring if we all raised the same kind of children?
So keep on keepin' on, stage 5 clinger mom. I feel your pain - and even if I don't express it in the same way, we're both doing the best we can.