9/3/19

Hugo: First Day of Pre K.

Today was Hugo's first day of Pre K at a new school. He was nervous and excited and eager and so ready - we knew that he was ready.

When I dropped him off, he gave me a big hug and marched into the cafeteria with a backpack nearly half his size. In mid-conversation with a teacher, probably telling her that he's four years old (a point of pride), he didn't look back. He'll be in the same classroom that was his dad's kindergarten room 27 years ago. Imagine that.

I am not and will not be the mother who mourns them growing older. It's a silly thing, wishing for an impossibility and hoping against what they are meant to do - learn more and get bigger and take on the world in ways that fascinate and terrify you. I will not be the mother who holds too long and too tight.

But today I was the mother who kept it together only long enough to remind him that he was brave and kind. I was the mother who walked to the car, unlocked it, sat in the driver's seat, put her face in her hands, took a deep breath, started the car, drove home, made myself a piece of toast, called into a meeting. Today, these are the mountains I moved.

No comments:

Post a Comment

I love hearing from you!