The winds of change are coming, and I am not one to particularly like change. Therefore, I am bracing myself and praying that I will be ready when the time comes. School started yesterday for our school district which means that in one year my Joshua will go to kindergarten. Why am I not excited about this? Not only am I not excited about it, I am downright upset about it. It will be a soggy, tear stained PB& J that I eat for lunch this time next year. Lord, help me.
Joshua received a postcard in the mail today. It was from the children's ministry at our church. This Sunday, August 12th, my baby will officially graduate from the church nursery. I will now take my two youngest to the nursery and then walk Joshua to his Sunday school room upstairs. After Sunday school I will go and get him. Then, he will sit with us in "big church" until it is time for the message. At that time, the pastor will call all 4-6 year olds to exit and go to children's church. I will coax him off my lap, push him toward the aisle, and watch him walk out with his friends. And, I know that this is a good thing, but it still makes me a little bit sad.
I love my guys. And, I love having them around me. I send them to the babysitter sometimes once a week, and I miss them while they are there. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the freedom. But, there is still a piece of me that misses the chatter, the noise, the laughter, and the hugs.
Yesterday I sat on the back porch and blew bubbles to entertain Joshua and JCT. They danced around popping them, and I relished the moment. I love them. I love watching them play together. I love playing with them, showing them new tricks, cooking with them, etc. They are my little buddies, my constant companions.
This year I am putting Joshua in preschool two days a week. I opted not to do 3 year old preschool, but this year I know that I need to get him ready to go to school. So, I am sending him on Monday and Tuesday. Then, on Wednesday he takes his little creative arts and athletics class. Thursday will be our only at home day. Erik only works a half day on Friday, so by the time I get going, he comes home. This year ushers in a new era for our family. The beginning of the busyness that school brings. The last fous years have been sweet to say the least. I am a bit sad to see them go. . .
My baby is growing up. My first born. The one that I sat and held and stared at for hours on end when he was an infant. My little man is truly turning into a little man. And, slowly I am teaching him to spread his little wings. But, he will always be my baby. They will all always be my precious babies no matter how tall they grow. No matter if they tower over me like their father. They will still be my darling babies!
8 comments:
This is just absolutely beautiful, Erin! A true testament to what it means to be a mother and the relationships that you form. Thank you for sharing your heart today!
Very sweet. My youngest is about to start Middle School next month. I would like to tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't. I am tearing up just at the thought. Take heart though that as they spread their wings and begin to taste a bit of independence they will come back to you.
We have come to an understanding in my home, the kids may not always be babies, but they will always be MY babies.
Yes Erin - they always will. I so love "reading" you sweet spirit poured out. Enjoy these precious days.
This really spoke to my heart!It is such a bittersweet time. I so remember the day I sent my first born off to big school for the first time. I will send my youngest, my baby, off to kindergarten next week.
My firstborn will be starting fourth grade next week. My second will start 1st grade, and I am sending the baby off to 3 year old pre-k. Wow! That really makes me sad. But I am ready to start the rat race again. The Lord always sees me through. I enjoy your stories so much, Erin! Love you!
How I wish I actually got easier...I just saw my baby off to Kindergarten yesterday and I bawled like a baby (he is my last). He was fine...I was not. So many things convening in my life right now...I know God is good and He is stretching me but when it comes to my babies the stretching is harder because I hang on so darned tight. (((hugs)))
I don't even have the words to comment. My LAST one goes off to this year to kindergarten AND really wanted to go full day (he was SO BORED here last year without his brother and sister.) I wish I could say it gets easier with each one, but unfortunately, that's not how it's been. :( But just wait until he brings home his first work of art that's truly a surprise to you. There are definite trade-offs. :)
Ack! Absolutely NOT! I can't bear to think of my little girl going to school. Even at two years of age, she loves putting on her packpack and points out "her" school every time we drive past it.
Why can't time stand still?!
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