On your first day of kindergarten, I cried.
Not because you weren’t ready, and not because I worried for you.
I wiped away tears because you ARE ready. Because my baby is no longer a baby.
I squeezed your hand a little tighter and I kissed your forehead. Not because I wouldn’t see you in a few short hours. And not because I didn’t think you would absolutely love school.
I dabbed my eyes with Kleenex because I have spent every day of your life watching you blossom into this amazing human and I’m just so proud of you.
I waved at you as you walked away and stuck around even after the school door closed.
Not because I thought you would come running back out for one last hug (a mom can dream though, right?)
But because, deep down, my heart ached knowing this was the first of countless times that you would leave me. And for all the years we’ve spent helping you get to this point… helping you prepare for the day you walked into kindergarten? I didn’t know it would be this hard.
I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.
I shed some tears on your first day of kindergarten. And it wasn’t because you weren’t ready.
It was because I wasn’t.
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