I have a 5th grader now, a 3rd grader, and a kindergartener… (and a superman, thank goodness)
I thought I was ready…
ready to get back into a new fall routine, have glorious naptimes to myself again, and to dive back into projects, but
(I love the last minute instructions about getting on the bus he is getting from his sister here) this was gut-wrenching for me.
Maybe it’s because it’s her last year in elementary.
Maybe because sending one to kindergarten is always hard…
maybe it was these ones look as the bus drove away wondering where their best playmates just went…
but I just feel like this.
Like summer flew by and I hope we got everything we could have out of it. Because now they’re not mine all day and they’re older. And I wonder if I’m doing enough as their mom for them.
I know this is dumb because they’ll be bounding through that door at 3:30 bringing chaos and mountains of papers to be signed with them, and maybe it’s just the silence of naptime again, but man, I miss them.
p.s. if you’ve sent me an email in the last few weeks, I’m not ignoring you…I’m getting to them slowly. thanks!