This week was a defining moment for our family. My oldest son Fielding, started kindergarten. He was excited, nervous and anxious, and I as his mom, had all those feelings too. The night before school started, he went to bed early and woke up a couple times saying I want my mommy and where's my mommy. He was probably dreaming about school starting. As I comforted him, rubbing his back, knowing I was nervous too.
As parents we want the greatest life for our children. We teach them, raise them the best we know how, and praying that we're doing all the right things.
As I woke him up for school on Wednesday morning, I knew our lives would be changing. He took his bath and got ready. He looked so grown up with his new clothes and shoes. Fielding's little brother and sister closely watching him.
Backpack on, we headed out the door and took pictures, then we were heading for school. I unbuckled his seat belt and walked him to the door as he clutched my hand, looking brave and now maybe not so big. We took his picture one more time, wished him a great first day and said our love yous as he said come with me. He headed to his classroom.
As we get back in the car, I cry, wondering how 5 years could pass so quickly. I've been blessed to be home with him. Thoughts flood my mind and images of the first time he was placed in my arms, first steps, words, our long days at home, little boy hugs and kisses.
My sweet boy is now a kindergartner. He is being exposed to so many new activities, children and learning.
Letting go of that little hand was difficult. My heart always goes with you no matter how grown up and big you become.